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.