The Chase: Lower Third, London

After the success of their debut EP ‘Not The F**king Game Show’, Nottingham’s The Chase recently played This Feeling’s Teenage Cancer Trust gig and we were there to check them out.

Roaring out of the traps with ‘Black Cloud’, they dazzle with the devilish bluesy rock n roll of The Jim Jones Revue. The guttural guitars of 22-20s are met by frontman Tyler’s powerhouse vocals which found a place between Hugh Cornwell and the devil.

On ‘Live and Die’ and ‘I’m The Man’, they hit a groove that ignites the seaside fury of The Horrors and the escapist brutality of Spector. Whereas, on the ‘Im The Man’, Tyler nods to Fred McPhersons’ playful but compelling vocals whilst all around him is a flurry of attacks on the guitars and drums. It was BRMC vs Jim Jones Revue in a fight to the death!

Many bands can excite via raw angst. All young musicians should possess this quality. On ‘I Just Can’t Believe That We Share The Same Name’ The Chase begin to prove they can funnel the power into moments punters relish turning up for. The Ska-punk of the Specials and The Ordinary boys build a relentless stomp for all to revel in. It’s awash with wit, charisma, and the charm of The Coral’s debut; the very definition of being on the cusp of something great.

The Chase are not to be missed on their upcoming dates click venues for tickets):

November 3rd with Spangled – Dead Wax (Birmingham)

November 12th – Roadtrip (London)

The Chase - Not the F*cking Game Show

Nottinghamshire’s The Chase have been on a roll the last 12 months. Brothers Tyler (frontman) & Dion (drums) along with cousin Luke on bass and James on keys have notched up support slots with The Rifles and The Skinner Brothers.

They recently released their debut EP ‘Not the F*cking Game Show’. Here’s our track-by-track review:

Black Cloud

Raucous garage punk sitting between The Stranglers and The Velvet Hands. James’ great keys light up this explosive affair alongside the scintillating guitars.

I'm the Man

Tyler’s vocals have the deranged but melodic joy Frederick Macpherson (Les incompetents/Spector). The power he emanates alongside the stomping drums and violent guitars feels like the single comeback Oasis always attempted ‘Heathen Chemistry’ until the end but never landed.

The bluesy stomp teases The Stones’ devilment out of BRMC’s wayward souls and yet, there is a togetherness oozing from this record. One which is going to set ablaze live audiences.

Live to Die

Great synths take the band towards an indie-punk rapture. Taking all the best bits from Maximo Park, Spector, and The Cribs they lift off to a destination unknown but one you’ll be hell-bent on finding.

Set The World To Rights

Despite the frenetic pace to the EP so far, musicianship worthy of session artists has lurked. Here, with pace mercifully slowed, they showcase just what they’re capable of when they let everything breathe.

Melodies worthy of Crowded House are taken to the sun-setting rock ‘n’ roll of Soundtracks of our Lives. Despite the center-ground here, the vitality of the sound is not diminished. Urgency pours from their sweat like fine wine!

La La La

The Dead 60s ‘Ghostface Killah’ collides with early Ordinary Boys on this psychedelic ska anthem. Volatile like The Coral’s debut, they prove that, no matter what the genre, they are unpredictable, melodic, and ready to take the alternative scene by the scruff of its neck!

In The Queue

A sign of their quality that this ramshackle throwaway affair carries more melody than most alt-bands we saw at Glastonbury this weekend.