After witnessing their cracking set at the Camden Assembly recently, TT decided to check out the London four piece's new EP 15 Minutes. Here is our track by track rundown:
This twos and throws from rock n roll and punk to pretty good effect. It has enough swagger to reel in the Kasabian crowd but enough spikiness to alert the punk rockers.
There are times when the prose of Pete Doherty or Richard Hawley can be all that is needed to enrich the soul with their Blake-esque tales of Albion. Sometimes though, there is desperate need for youthful angst ridden social comment and ‘Queen’s English’ is most definitely that.
Kicking and screaming at everything the Tories have delivered in the past 7 years, Sisteray remind us of the class divide and how the other half expect us to live:
“Taught to live within our means / swap our dreams for repayment dreams”
The next ten years cannot be about Noel Gallagher again. They cannot be about Foals. It needs to be desperate, furious and all gut instinct once more.
Having defined who and where they come from, Sisteray lead on to who they are going to destroy. The past. The UK’s musical taste, on the fringes at least, has always been something to be proud of. The various scenes, labels and club nights springing up in pockets of Cities and suburbs has always been progressive. That is, until the past decade when the arse fell out of the industry.
The alternative scene has no TOTP’s outlet and the alternative scene is awash with middle class acts because the working classes have been priced out and ignored by the industry. The concept of building stars for the future seems lost, with the exception of John Kennedy, a few at BBC6 and This Feeling (the greatest club night and tv channel going).
Musically, there is a slight disconnect between the great Coxon-esque riffs and the droll vocal delivery. Nevertheless, it’s another great swipe at the plastic 100mph lifestyle of the culturally vapid:
“Fame comes cheap / When you’re the scrap heap / Roaming round the jungle / To earn your keep”
Famous For Nothing
On Matt Forde’s Political Party podcast, Michael Portillo joked last year that if he remains on the BBC for another 5 years he is half way to becoming a national treasure. He’s right. Making quaint shows about trains has admonished his greedy Thatcherite voting record.
The same scenario has developed for the “stars” of Towie and Made In Chelsea. From our standpoint, a fart in a lift is never getting better with time. So, whilst some may say Sisteray’s rhetoric is old hat, we say it’s more needed than ever. The attack on their fake tan emptiness draws a line in the sand and demands everyone to pick their sides.
White Knuckle Joyride
All the angst and hatred of modern society fades away as this free flowing rock n roll number gives life to a more hedonistic realm.
The ending is nothing short of mesmerising. It has the escapist stadium friendliness of Oasis’ ‘Slide Away’, the cascading frenzy of BRMC’s ‘Whatever Happened To My Rock n Roll’ and all the joy of Charlatan’s all encompassing ‘Sproyston Green’.