Cleargreen – Messiah

Manchester’s Cleargreen were in the ascendency before the pandemic. They were wowing This Feeling audiences across the UK on the ‘Big In 2019 tour’. Many had attempted to blend Oasis and The Roses, they were only true successors.

Then the pandemic hit. Nothing. Not a peep. Many, us included, feared another working-class talent had fallen by the wayside due to financial pressures.

Then, from nowhere, the second coming. A fitting term for the new single ‘Messiah’ on many levels. On previous singles ‘People’ and ‘Gone’, there was a sense of hunger, a desire to grab life by the horns and make it better for themselves. It was, unequivocally exhilarating. ‘Messiah’ is a different animal.

If the Roses hadn’t been hit with a lawsuit after ‘Fools Gold’, this surely would have been their next single. Mike Wilcock embodies Reni’s flair on the drums whilst lead guitarist Josh Haworth takes the roll of Squire’s funked-up Hendrix licks. Not only does Haworth adopt this role, but he’s also achieved what mid-90s Squire couldn’t be concise. ‘Messiah’ is condensed into less than three minutes, redefining what a psychedelic single can be.

Pre-pandemic, anthems like ‘People’ and ‘Stargazed’ were littered with dazzling moments on the guitar. They were always offset by frontman Ali Staley. He had a great skill to let the audience into their genius through his everyman appeal. That spirit remains but, overriding this is a defiance and righteousness that wasn’t present before. The pandemic hit us all hard, now Staley is here to lead the fightback for the people with his newfound snarl.

For many, the last two years feel lost to a sense of nothingness. In Cleargreen’s case, it’s been totally worth it. They have come back in the mood for success but, moreover, more talented than ever!

The Clockworks - The Clockworks

The self-titled EP from Galways The Clockworks will be released on 1st April (no seriously) via Alan McGee’s label It’s Creation Baby.

Here’s our track by track review:

Endgame

Being directionless in a world gone fuck up has never sounded so great. Frontman McGregor’s vocal cadence radiates “4 Real” carvings in the arm it’s so vital; every breath, note, silence sounds like the key moment in the best film you’ve ever seen.

Previously, their guitars have been in two camps. ‘Can I Speak to a Manager’ and ‘Bills and Pills’ were a great homage to 00s icons The Rakes, The Cribs, and beefed up Good Shoes. Then, in ‘Enough is Never Enough’ something changed.  Brutishness pervaded their punk as they traversed far more desolate landscapes.

Image and artwork courtesy of Sonic Pr

Here, they have married up the two to create the next wave of UK punk. It’s fired them into the brace of Shame and Fontaines DC, arguably surpassing them. Especially when you consider McGregor has found a way to sit between Henry Dartnail’s (Young Knives) slightly high-pitched growl and the warming punk of Grian Chatten (Fontaines DC).

Money (I Don’t Wanna Hear It)

It’s felt an age since social commentary and great characterisation were a part of our lives. There has been great polemic of recent times but, ‘Money’ goes further. It unites the town crier with the poet and is destined to reel in fans from all strands of the alternative world!

Feel So Real

Almost a year to the day since this was first released and its prose feels more needed now than then. The disgusting Spring Statement that neglected millions (becoming a habit Sunak!!!) are lit up perfectly. McGregor’s lyrics scour London life, consuming the good, the greed, and the destitute.  It feels like Welsh, King, and Niven have formed a three-piece punk band with one objective, righteous angst!

The Temper

Not many punks can strip down to acoustic guitars and maintain the quality levels. The Clockworks do not struggle here. The passion of ‘England’s In The Wars’ and the playfulness of ‘D’Ya Wanna Be Spacemen’ offer up a moment of calm but incisive lyrical joy.

Images of Pete and Carl filling time between stage collapses or Brett Anderson sitting on the edge of the stage without a mic come racing to the fore as, this acoustic affair sways with Blake-esque poetry.

Berries – Wall of Noise

London trio returned earlier this month with their new single ‘Wall of Noise’. Recorded and mixed by Antony Smith at Big Smith Studio it was released on the iconic Xtra Mile Recordings label.

Image and artwork courtesy of Sonic PR

‘Wall of Noise’ bravely tackles mental health issues. It poignantly portrays the nagging voices and the exhaustive cerebral fog this brings about:

“The wall of noise / Threatens to leak all the things we don't see / Distorted voice /Blink and it's gone but for now it lives on.”

Rather than just serving up platitudes to raise awareness, they have taken aim at us all who do so:

“Conversations inflate / Spread it on sure / But don't leave it here / As it may interfere / Because we wait / Patient irate / Unsociably perfectly placed”

Their pain and fury are set to a gloriously destructive set of Bugeye basslines and Cribs-esque licks and the righteousness of Liines. It continually threatens to explode, the perfect soundtrack to those who are suffering. When it does erupt, the solo takes on the angst of Sleater Kinney, the power of The Breeders with Yeah Yeah Yeah’s “fuck you” attitude.

Their debut album is expected for release this summer. Here are their live dates:

Mexican Dogs – She Cries Blues

After supporting Jamie Webster on his sold-out tour, Liverpudlian rockers Mexican Dogs are back with their new single ‘She Cries Blues’. Produced once more by Andy Fernihough, it was recorded at Liverpool’s 3rd Planet Studios.

‘She Cries Blues’ is available on the Bandcamp.

There is, seemingly a lot at play here. However, it is never confusing, only desperate for your attention which, it will inevitably grab! The soul power of Shed Seven’s great comeback ‘Room In My House’ is met with nodes of disco and truly scintillating glam rock guitars to make it an instant hit.

Frontman and lead guitarist Gary Wilcox star continues to burn bright. His guitars have the prowess of The Black keys and the rock ‘n’ roll desperation of Soundtrack of Our Lives in the early stages. It is though, in the closing stages where he unleashes a siege mentality with the gargantuan strut of The Datsuns ‘Harmonic Generator’ and vitality of 22-20s. Meanwhile, vocally, he slots in-between Marc Bolan and Peter Hays (BRMC) to produce his best work to date.

Click the image for tickets to their live dates:

Skylights – Outlaw

Artwork by Paul Evans. Courtesy of 42’s Records.

Off the back of sold-out shows in their home cities of York and Leeds, Skylights are back with their third single ‘Outlaw’. Released last Friday via 42’s Records, it was recorded (&mixed) by John Greatewood and will feature on their upcoming debut album ‘What You Are’.

The Instantaneous energy of The Clash and the dark power of The Cult roar into life. Nodes of glam rock and Happy Mondays wobble psyche-guitars lurk with intent to lift this ode to Aberdeen fans.

It’s a stark contrast to the windswept Feeder-inspired anthem ‘Darkness Falls’ and the colossal spiralling guitars of ‘Enemies’.

*Image courtesy of Mark Tighe & 42’s Records.

The evidence is stark, ‘What You Are’ is shaping up to be the underdog album of the year!

Click the image below for tickets totheir upcoming gigs:

JWP Paris – Electric Candle Light

Fresh from their Leave The Capital tour, JW Paris are back with their new single ‘Electric Candle Light’. Recorded at Buffalo Studios. It was produced by Kula Shaker cohort JB Pilon and released last Friday via Blagger Records.

‘Electric Candle Light’ is a tale of nostalgia and yearning for better days but, is musically rooted in the present wave of punk! Danny Collins’ twisted and deranged guitars look to The Kecks with hints of Shame to conjure a future of lawlessness which, oddly is incredibly appealing. The nihilistic psychedelia combines with the resounding hook akin to Sleeper’s classic ‘Inbetweener’ to make it truly irrepressible.

The Blade Runner scenery is enhanced by Collins and Forde’s vocals as they inject raw aggression into the joy of James McGovern (The Murder Capital) and add a snarling immediacy to Opus Kink’s Angus Rogers.

Intense, yes, but it’s riddled with great pop sensibilities. The soft vocals before the climactic end, the big bluesy riffs, and, the incredible synth solo all serve as a reminder of what alt-pop can be.

As powerful as PJ Harvey and as unhinged as The Fall, JW Paris will surely wow crowds on tour with The Skinner Brothers.

*Image courtesy of C24Photography

The Shakes – Demos

This past Friday, The Shakes opened up Martin Rossiter (Gene’s) benefit for Ukraine at the Shepherds Bush Empire. Everyone from James Acaster to Sleeper to the London-Liverpool express were given minimal stage time. Yet, they still managed to blow a hole into the soul for all who watched!

Out of tribute, no, just sheer respect to their ten minutes, we’re revisiting the Demos EP they released in January. Here’s our track by track review:

The Demos EP is availble to buy on the bands Bandcamp page. Images courtesy of the band.

Watch It

Hurtling out of the traps like the Small Faces on speed, ‘Watch It’ fires like The Strypes with The Buzzcocks fury in their hearts.

It has all the hallmarks of great 00s indie-punk bands but, though their guitars, there is an innate ability to take that sound to the vastness of Pete Townsend and hint at the psychedelic mayhem of ‘Disraeli Gears’. The guitar breakdown snarls like Paul Cook but has the prowess of Townsend and the life-affirming swagger of Noel Gallagher with that union jack guitar.

When Liam Gallagher hit his peak, he was the vocal personification of John Lennon and John Lydon. Frontman Zak Nimmo, here, has found something between Liam, Ian McCulloch, and Mick Jagger. Like Liam, he not only has the ability and confidence to carry it off, he has the charisma to work them into his live sets without it ever being pantomime. He is an instant icon!  

I’m Your Man

In between the glorious noise and confusion comes the infectious ‘I’m Your Man’. A sumptuous ode to the lovesick males among us. Teenage boys will bang their chest in bravado to ’Watch It’ but, in front of the bedroom mirror, will swoon with a lynx Africa in hand begging to be this expressive!

With the beauty of Zutons and The Coral and the devilment of the Buff Medways and The Libertines, they have unearthed a classic to wave the flag of good ship Albion once more.

Lost Along The Way

Not for the first time on the EP, The Libertines’ sense of togetherness is key to their success. The jagged ska of ‘Guanga Din’ is given an injection of Iggy via Hendrix. Their ability to keep the melodic visceral is remarkable, it keeps this looping verses integrity intact and thus, allows the solo to feel like a cannonball being launched into the night sky.

The aggression and raw power of the looping riff powers this Iggy via Hendrix and Libertines classic. Despite the penchant for ‘Guanga Din’, a visceral and muscular power rumbles throughout that Kinks would be proud of.

The Libertines imagery is hard to shake as lyrics detail a forlorn character making best-laid plans (“when I think of all the plans that I’ve made / I guess they got lost along the way”). Those wilderness years of the band caused a decade of ‘what might have beens’ for fans. Now, The Libs are back but, they’re most definitely playing second fiddle to The Shakes.

The solo shimmers and shakes like the psychotic bugged-out love child of Carl Barat and Dave Davies.

Here Comes The Rat

The guitars, oh those guitars, it’s heaven for lovers of The Stands, The Bandits, The Zutons. Liverpool has been paid homage to here and then some! Despite being the most well thought out piece is beset with the desperation all rock ‘n’ roll needs to thrive!

Thousand yard Stare - Measures

After the success of their comeback album ‘The Panglossian Momentum’, fans may have feared that Thousand Yard Stare had said everything they needed to. Fortunately, the hunger remains as they return with new single ‘Measures’. It’s part of a run of four singles to be released via their Bandcamp page.

The harder edges of ‘Heimlich Manoeuvre’ and ‘Action Stations’ return on this tale of principles and the struggles to maintain them. The volatile riffs are continually threatening to boil over, the perfect accompaniment as Stephen Barnes outlines the joy in taking a stance and then the tension to hold the line.

‘Measures’ has a great directness, bullish but never throttling. It’s also imbibed with the carefree spirit of ‘Version of Me’. It serves to reawaken their younger angst in the opening stanza:

“It’s the measures that you take to define you / It’s the measures when you tie up loose ends / It’s the measures that you take to align you / It’s the pleasure in the message it sends.”

As the song roars to a close, clutching the early years of the band close to the heart become more joyous with the lyrics “It doesn’t matter how you arrive here / Just be sure that you are here at the end / It doesn’t matter how you arrive here / Take pleasure in the message it sends”. Their sage advice to new generations of punks doubles up as a reassuring to the elders who may have lost their way.

Since the ‘Deep Dreaming /Stargazing’ double EP return, they have not rested on former glories. The hallmarks remain but, the sprinkling of Grandaddy synths and the ferocious wall of sound continue to push Slough band on.

Long may it continue.

Columbia – Embrace The Chaos

During Lockdown, there was almost nothing to cheer about. Andrew Cushin and Columbia were musical exceptions to that rule. Last week, Cardiff’s Columbia released their debut album ‘Embrace The Chaos’. Could it deliver on those escapist singles and cement their place as a great rock ‘n’ roll band?

When bands look to the classics, the fact is 99% fail. Those bands may capture their essence but, they lack one of their own. Columbia are in the 1%. Although imbued with the past, they are rooted in the here and now emotionally and that is what sets them apart.

Former singles ‘Glory People’ and ‘Waiting For You To Believe’ are fine exponents of the past that connect in the modern-day. On the former, guitarist Ben Rowlands has found a sweet spot that pays homage to Richards, Squire (Second Coming/Seahorses era), and the hypnotic riffs of early Oasis & BRMC. This is a statement of intent! Columbia determined, destined even, to be their equals. More importantly, through the shimmering loops and escapist solos, they will take us, mortals, with them. Whereas, on ‘Waiting for You To Believe’, Decadent guitars join forces with the most robustly defiant vocal you’ll hear this year. In frontman Craig Lewis, there is a raging bull smashing away at the gate for freedom. Not many can carry the devilment of these guitars, in this instance, the guitars just about latch on to his behemoth spirit. When he wrenches ‘took too much and took it again’, the dark glow inside you will brighten. Whilst we care for his health, vulnerable but bullish rock stars are a depleted force.

After just ten seconds, a knowing wink comes from the lead guitar. Something special is imminent! Little gold licks flirt their way through this tale of debauchery. Then, from heaven, comes the divine solo. As though Richards’ devilment made its way into Stephen Stills’ soul in his Manassas period. Dark and satanic, it’s escapism at its best!

Now, although different tone, a love of Kasabian also lurks on the album. Kasabian’s debut album of punked-up synth grooves comes out to fight on ‘I’m On Fire’. Sonically different, of course, but, Lewis’ vocals chime with the destructive power of ‘Club Foot’ whilst Rowlands’ furious Stephen Stills guitars collide with the fraught nature of ‘Ovary Stripe’. ‘Keys To The Kingdom’ on the other hand, takes the febrile ‘Reason is Treason’ to the edge of Oasis’ Knebworth sized glory. Craig Lewis pulls back on the snarling temerity and lets bassist Sten inject the violent disarray. His funky-punk lines allow the fire of Kasabian and The Music to come to the fore as, yet again, guitarist Rowlands taps in 70s stadium excess to joyous effect.

There is an astonishing intensity to this album. Even when the pace lets up on ‘All The Streets Are Silent’ and ‘Devil On Your Shoulder’, the clarion call remains. In the album opener ‘Fall Into The Sun’, they have delivered one of rock music’s great statements of intent. The spirit of their hometown heroes’ Stereophonics early work comes out to play with the debauchery and despair of ‘Bring It All Down’ and the fury of ‘Holiday in the Sun’.

The Phonics come out to play again on ‘Something More’ and ‘Devil on your Shoulder’. The former, is, no less than a seismic change in pop music. This is the sound of ‘Last Nite’, ‘Somebody Told Me’ or ‘Dakota’ sticking their hand up and saying “we’re the fucking top 10 now”. The guitars roar towards the best sunset you’ve ever seen. Every time The Rifles and The Enemy fought and lost for the recognition they deserved feels worthwhile as Columbia makes their guitars glisten alongside Kelly Jones-esque vocals on circa ‘Madame Helga’ and ‘Rainbows and Pots of Gold’. ‘Devil on your Shoulder’ finds itself beautifully in ‘Billy Davey’s Daughter’ territory as it humbly closes the album out. Rather than a tale of tragedy, Columbia eloquently proclaims you’re never out of the race, you just have to keep going.

24hr news and social media have busted the myth of being a rockstar. The era of idolising excess and womanising is over. Good riddance! However, with it (bar Liam), went confidence and a swagger in the frontman. Millions of us lead ordinary lives. Boring lives. Often without hope. Step forward, Craig Lewis.

Lewis gives birth to the new rockstar. Never taking a backward step, his unwavering belief in his ability lifts you closer to a promised land not seen in a while. Crucially, empathy leads his vision. No sneering, just a helping hand through the fog:

“Embrace the chaos as the silence invades your mind / When we walk into a storm I know we’ll be fine / We are the glory people shine / we are the glory people yeah”

Somehow, they have reimagined the Stones, Stereophonics, Oasis, and Kasabian into something new on this debut. A life-affirming set of songs that will smash whatever stands in its way. For once, we alternative types beg the gatekeepers to put up barriers. It’ll only be that much sweeter when Columbia destroys them!

 

The Boo Radleys – Keep On With Falling

The Liverpool outfit returned last autumn with the triumphant EP ‘A Full Syringe and Memories of You’. On Friday 11th March they followed up on this with their first studio album in twenty-four years. Could they follow the critical acclaim of the EP?

You can buy the new album here.

Themes of catharsis and awakening run throughout the album. Album opener ‘I’ve Had Enough I’m Out’ and former EP track ‘A Full Syringe and Memories of You’ pull no punches as frontman Sice tackles the hypocrisy of the Catholic church. The former humbly strolls through the fog with gentle acoustic guitars before springing to life as a slower-paced Motown stomp. Being present is at the heart of this former single. The here and now override the secular totalitarian need for eternity.

‘A Full Syringe and Memories of You’, similar in theme, tackle the difficulties that come with the sanctity of life on what is, a truly remarkable piece of songwriting. As they explore the rejection of Catholic teachings, a clarion call is born. A never give up spirit oozes the great chord changes and, as they build layers and mental fog descends, a guttural fuck you emerge. It is though, through Sice’s angelic vocals the spectacular lay. They shine through the mire, which, during this grave era of war, act as a tangible sense of hope.

Many albums, when they strike this level of confessional discord fade when the angst fades. Here, their angst passes for sun-kissed melodies and inspirational lyrics. 

‘Keep On With Falling’ extracts the wisdom to carry on when most would fold under the weight of collapse:

“When you fall, it will follow, it will shine, it will bite,
And you'll see all the windows that have closed up on your life”

Sice’s vocals hit their angelic nineties peak without missing a beat. No more prevalent than on the delicious layers of backing vocals. So good are his pop instincts here that, Ian Brodie and will be pirouetting with glee. Not content with being a great indie jangle, the trio introduces elements of Electronic ‘s ‘Some Distant Memory’ and more notably, Nile Rodgers’ guitars. The Chic solos chime with the synths like sunshine on still water, so simple, so pure, and yet so far out of reach of most bands. Not since the Style Council has something English sounded this sun-kissed and funked up!

The album’s recalcitrant spirit culminates in the album closer ‘Alone Together’. Dripped in Orbital and Krtaftwerk sequences, the Boo’s lush melodies soar alongside a tale of school popularity fading into despair.

The melodies they tap into, no matter the discourse, are so infectious they could make Graham Nash blush. ‘All Along’ swirls with the panache of The Hollies and the illicit freedom of the DMA’s. Whereas, ‘I Say A Lot Of Things’ touches upon the romantic orchestration of Richard Hawley’s ‘Lady’s Bridge’ and the pop bombast of ‘C’mon Kids’. Unconstrained by the past, they reimagine their archetypal brass sonic alongside great drum patterns and enrichingly humble lyrics.

If the album had just been the aforementioned set of great pop songs alongside the mental triumph of the human spirit, it would have been a fine comeback. However, ‘Call Your Name’ makes it the perfect one. Channelling The Byrds via Tame Impala, they’ve conjured pure majesty! Trippy but angelic, it feels like Marr and Rodgers have taken the beauty of Thirteen Senses and South for a forlorn but life-affirming stroll.

Without Martin Carr in the fold, the new lineup could have easily folded under the pressure of delivering a new Radleys album. Carr has been an exceptional solo artist after all. Nevertheless, Sice and co have paid tribute to all that they once were and pushed the band forwards with remarkable results.

*Images courtesy of https://twitter.com/wordsandstories

The band will be on tour in April. Click the Image for tickets: 

The Reytons: Chinnerys, Southend

Rotherham’s Reytons sold-out tour came to Southend two weeks ago. Truth be told, their phenomenon had passed us by. They were just a mid-card This Feeling band with too much noughties nostalgia, right?

Wrong! Although heavily indebted to the noughties, this was not parody but, the kind of pastiche that nudges the wheel, albeit slightly, forwards. However, whenever that decade’s chief exponent, the Arctic Monkeys came into play, their visceral beauty faded. ‘Expectations of Fool’ fell by the wayside and ‘Reckless’ strayed to ‘I bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor’ with a Boy Kill Boy haircut far too readily.

Ultimately, it didn’t matter, the set was electric. Banger after banger with little or no rets between songs kept everything fizzing with punk glory.

Their venomous delivery took the best parts of 00s bands and made them feel like Spartan! ‘Harrison Lesser’ took the twanging glory of ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll Eyes’ (yes, Razorlight, they weren’t always shite) and the pop cadence Jon Windle (Little Man Tate) to aggressive new pastures. Meanwhile, ‘Mind The Gap’ took the musings of Jon McClure and Ed Cosens into a siege mentality, and ‘Sales Pitch for the Bus Ride Home’, the greatest song title in a generation, took aim at The Enemy’s penchant for sounding humongous and, thought, we can be bigger!

The key to everything on the night was credibility. It oozed from them. Independent through and through, they have risen to the cusp of big venues. The drama served up in their kitsch sink lyrics is exhilarating, people like them, like us, should always have their lives lit up in rock ‘n’ roll. The Reytons are most definitely their own beast, a headline animal to be seriously reckoned with.

 

Gazelle – Magic Carpet Ride

Leicester’s Gazelle have returned with a brand new single ‘Magic Carpet Ride’. Recorded at Hope Mill Recording Studios, Manchester, it was produced by Matt Cotterill and the video features the iconic Danielle Watson (Trev, This Is England).

Their last material was released back in 2019 ad it saw them on blistering form. ‘Guilt Trip Gun’ was death-defying and ‘Finger on the Trigger’ was social commentary destined for big stages. If There was a criticism, it was their lane that remained full throttle which masked their great lyrics too often.

Upon return, the bombast and relentless flow remain but, now they spliced with the glory of Spencer David Group’s ‘Keep On Running’ and the affection of The Isley Brothers. The romance of 60s Motown is put through the prism of gritty UK life and, with lysergic Johnny Marr guitar licks lurking, has found a fuller sonic which will inevitably launch them towards bigger audiences.

Gazelle head out on tour next month. Click the image for tickets:

Psiran – Elevate

Psiran are a Bristol-based duo made up of singer and lyricist, Ivy Cairo and producer, composer, and drummer, Emma Holbrook. After meeting in Montpellier and bonding over music, they spent the past two years making their debut album ‘Elevate’.

You can buy the album from their Bandcamp page.

As of yesterday morning, Putin’s vile regime entered Ukraine and began war. Life, as we know it will seemingly never be the same again. It is, unfortunately, but inevitably through this prism, we view this stunning album.

Even at its most beautiful, ‘Elevate’ occupies a dystopian landscape. ‘Pause for Thought’ has a post-apocalyptic ‘1984’ sense of dread coursing through the synths and production. Alongside the Portishead-esques drums and pianos, Cairo builds isolation lyrically ‘All us waifs and strays / Each and every one of us / Floating, falling stumbling along”. Meanwhile, title track ‘Elevation’ it’s hard to escape the inexcusable actions of Putin as Cario decrees ‘they’re calling for quiet / searching for silence’. The track throbs with dissatisfaction but, it doent’t just lay down. A flicker of uprising comes via the celestial orchestration and Cairo’s ability to vocally sit between Dolores O’Riordan and Roisin Murphy.

On ‘Girl Lost’ and ‘The Show’, that hope is ignited into full-scale rebellion. The former is an awakening of hope. A lost soul is offered a helping hand through the explosive drum ‘n’ bass climax. Oozing with love and defiance, they draw a line in the sand and say no further to their ills. With red lines made, ‘The Show’ strides into town resplendent with Radio 4’s (the band) ‘Stealing of a Nation’ bombast to announce the good guys are winning through an illuminating Depeche Mode synth solo.

There are two great post-battle moments on the album. ‘Frozen Frames’, offers Cairo’s best vocal by far. Tinged with pain and regret, she deals with anguish and thoughts of what might have been with an eloquence few can match. Holbrook’s composition here is cinematic and nothing short of Oscar-winning. As the strings chime alone, the loss becomes harrowing and, sadly, images of tanks rolling into Kyiv become impossible to shake.

‘Steal Away’ however, witnesses a broken but not failing spirit rebuilding what it once had. Cairo’s tale is one of a soul twisted inside out, tormented but, refusing to quit. A vice-like grip around the thing/person in question forms with such intense levels of love, it soars heavenly above the drum ‘n’ bass, swooning in and out of the clouds to kiss the rain no matter how torrential it falls.

Then, on ‘Dust It Down’ comes the album’s most accomplished moment. The mindfulness of Massive Attack and the early 90s rave instincts combine to ignite this clarion call of positivity. With Fred Deakin’s sci-fi classic ‘The Lasters’ in their hearts, they erupt into technicolour mesh of Depeche Mode, Lucigenic, and New Order.

With the agony of the lyrics and the sonic insurrection, Cario and Holbrook have announced themselves as a songwriting duo the UK could and should obsess over. They feel more Pete/Carl than Marr/Morrissey. A soulmate connection between the pen and the studio has been forged in blood here and it’s spectacular.

This Is War - Nightclub

Liverpool’s This Is War returned yesterday with their new single ‘Nightclub. It follows last year’s anthems ‘Autumn Savage Rose’ and ‘Sugar’. Can it match their standard?

In a similar vein to ‘Autumn Savage Rose’, it’s in your face from the off without being particularly explosive. The riff has The Clash’s ‘Should I Stay or Should I Go’s stop-start style which, is taken for a walk on the wild side by bassist Andy Williams. His bassline takes the sexed-up disco-punk of The Slits ‘Heard It Through The Grapevine’ to the edge of Yeah Yeah Yeah’s power.

Frontman Paul Carden steps back from the bombast of the previous two singles to deliver a great Rod circa The Faces vocal for the most part. Carden moves from Rod to the beguiling psyche howl of Jim Morrison which allows for Roberts’ remarkable solo. Roberts finds a way to make Cream sound like a post-punk band.

Everything about this record screams danger. The kind tentative souls yearn for. The ilk of which, once you’re sucked in, you’re never leaving!

Niall Logue - Kestrel

The frontman of Lacuna Bloome has made his first foray into a solo project. ‘Kestrel’ was written and recorded in his bedroom with close friends Alex (also the producer) and Chris Butcher.

It must be some bedroom because this Is one hell of a polished ode to James Taylor’s ‘Carolina in My Mind’. Sumptuous but aching guitar licks of Jackson Browne guitars marry with Taylor’s classic tale of homesickness. Logue imparts less isolation and more a need to hit the reset button.

Through acoustic guitars and production, Logue manages to bring in the depth of The National. The reflective orchestration of ‘About Today’ and the catch 22 spirit of ‘Bloodbuzz Ohio’ elegantly sway as Logue’s sweet but defiant vocals gravitate towards something truly special.  

Stepping out of the shadow of Lacuna Bloome, to fans would have been a difficult prospect. Their five singles were scintillating affairs. Here, Logue has dialled back the youthful exuberance but delivered something equally sublime.

*Image courtesy of Alex Butcher

Rinaldi Sings - The Party's Over

Former member of 80s mod outfit The Moment Steve Rinaldi released ‘The Party’s Over’ last July under the moniker Rinaldi Sings. Written over a long period, it was recorded at Palm Studios, Soup Studios, and Mile Farm Studios with the aid of producers Steve and Paul Bultitude.   

You can buy the record here.

Albums being recorded over long periods can often sound disjointed and lack clarity with various epoch visions tinkering with the sound. Rinaldi manages to avoid these pitfalls with panache as he unites his love of 60s pop with his mod instincts. The bubblegum mod-pop of ‘Eyes of a Dreamer’ soars elegantly alongside the melodic stomps of Spencer Davis Group. ‘Empress of the Splendid Season’ taps I to the wistful soul of Roddy Frame and enriching orchestration of Chris Farlowe. Meanwhile, ‘The Highs Are Too High’ takes the indie-soul of The Housemartins for a night out to Wigan Casino and Twisted Wheel. Its razor-sharp characterisation a fine nod to Ray Davies’ legacy stomps along like the dearly missed New Street Adventure.

Interspersed among the groove-laden pop are slower numbers ‘We’ve Been Here Before’ and ‘Holy Cow’. The former, the epitome of charm, imparts the essence of The Everly Brothers and the rousing warmth of Frank & Walters as it ambles free. ‘Holy Cow’, feels like a Richard Hawley track given the indomitable optimism of Edwyn Collins’ songwriting. Both act as a fine balance to this party album, allowing everything to percolate in the mind.

On ‘She’ll Be There’, Rinaldi has recorded nothing a 60s classic. The grandiose brass and Bacharach orchestration are given Northern Soul and Style Council’s immediacy to produce something truly special. As if that wasn’t enough, The Beach Boys breakdown is simply divine!

A curiously consistent album, its long recording process should have led to some big dips based on other albums of this ilk. Proof that sticking to your guns will see the good out creatively. ‘The Party’s Over’ was most definitely worth the wait.

Echo & The Bunnymen: The Roundhouse, Camden

This past Monday, Echo & The Bunnymen played the first of their two London dates this month starting at the Roundhouse

Being forty years into their career, the case for a self-congratulatory greatest hits tour would be more than fair. In Camden Town, the scouse legends reignited a fire we’d not seen since they supported James at Brixton Academy in 2013 and blew them off the stage.

It was more than just finding form, more than proving a point, this, this was something celestial. ‘Show of Strength’ raged a war so colossal that souls were shaking! Will Sergeant’s guitar licks from became sirens of doom to echo through eternity.

The crowd favourites kept coming, but not as we knew them. ‘Flowers’, an elegant rock ‘n’ roll number on record became a death-defying storm of Brian Jonestown Massacre via Hendrix. ‘Bring on the Dancing Horses’ shimmered in all its glory, as per. However, a sense of searching lurked, it had the feel of it was being created in the studio there on the stage. The bands made it soar, striving to find new avenues of psychedelia, and crucially, it had that youthful demand to be heard. All the while, Ian McCulloch stood resplendent in the darkness reminding everyone who the mortals are.

It culminated in the greatest performance of ‘The Cutter’ ever. The current political climate and 2two years locked away boiled over into a joyously toxic display. Vitriolic but never divisive, they rewrote book on what it is to be a great band in those four minutes.

Quite how they match this showing we don’t know. We do know we’ll be at Shepherds Bush Empire on the 22nd to find out!

*Banner image courtesy of Harvey Wah Wah

The Office For Personal Development - You Are In Control

The Bexhill massive are back with their new single ‘You Are In Control’. Led by Director Trevor Deeble, can they match their previous electronic pop triumphs?

You can buy the single on their Bandcamp page.

Deeble’s vocals take a striking resemblance to Neil Tennant. Never parody, always classy pastiche, his vocals switch from angelic to wry, to an overlord passing on millennia of wisdom to baying subjects.

As a collective, they are walking on clouds such are the levels of bliss. Out and out pop keys are met with Hot Chip beats and early 90s rave breakdowns reel in people from all walks of life. Then, exploding into life is the screeching but euphoric synths beckoning you to the promised land.

Through all the joy comes Deeble’s wise lyrics. All the hopes and dreams that spurn from bugged-out 4am conversations have been clarified in this awe-inspiring message.

Their triumphs are going from good to great with a meteoric rise.

Catch them live here:

Hastings Fat Tuesday Festival - March 1st

The Social, London - March 22nd

The Utopiates - Devolution

London’s Utopiates will release their hugely anticipated debut album later this year. Starting their party in 2022 Is a new single ‘Devolution’. To date, their remarkable output has been recorded from frontman Dan Popplewell’s bedroom. Now recording at Leeds Nave Studios with producer Andy Hawkins, they have a chance to expand what is, an already colossal sound.

The Utopiates catalogue is available from their Bandcamp page.

Clearly unphased by the step into a more professional arena, they bring their love of house music to the fore. Trippy acid house drums fall and climb alongside a ‘Cannonball’ (Breeders) bassline to lay the foundations for Ed Godshaw’s brilliantly blissful keys.

On previous material, their fine rhythm section has allowed Popplewell’s indie-soul vocals soul to soar and guitarist Josh Redding to find new ways to make John Squire the past. Here, in a Bobby Gillespie show of creativity first, they step back. Popplewell’s ability to refrain gives everything more snap and, crucially, allows for a collective spirit to prosper.

Similarly, Redding’s guitar work has been spiralling psychedelic magic from the rock gods Squire and Hendrix. Barely featuring here, he drops in with enriching hooks to kneed everything together, and then, when you think the archetypal blast is coming, he meanders in like Marr with a feather-light touch.

The Utopiates have a great sense of community as a band. Among their fans and peers, they soak it all in and are there for the ride, not the destination. This single is yet more proof of that. A delicate house number which, live, who knows where they could take it on bigger stages with better light shows. Distinctively theirs it offers avenues for collaboration on remixes. Visions of Graeme Park taken it to Hacienda heights or Jagz Kooner dragging into furious despair, it just has to happen, right?

Astrid – Through The Darkness of Your Life

Childhood friends Willie Campbell and Charlie Clark are back with new Astrid material. Written with Paul Quinn (Teenage Fanclub/Soup Dragons) and James ‘Cliffy’ Clifford (Cosmic Rough Riders), the 90s pioneers release ‘Through The Darkness of Your Life’ via No Big Deal Music.

Image & artwork courtesy of Sonic PR

Similar to the fantastic new Boo Radleys single, this targets past experiences as key learnings to moving forwards. As the hazy guitars swirl, Clark finds hope and progress through his more troubling days.


The spritely psychedelia of Alfa 9’s underrated classic ‘My Sweet Movida’ chimes with The Pretty Things classicism and the pop sensibilities of The Coral as the band proves they still have the magic. Campbell and Clark’s harmonies hark back to the warming immediacy of Pretty Things ‘Don’t Bring Me Down’.


Rather than the obligatory west coast solo for this type of record, Astrid keeps it tight with a Beatles-esque stomp. It keeps the party atmosphere of The Stands alive and is all the better for it.

ASTRID - 2022 UK TOUR DATES - Buy tickets here
February 11th ,The Voodoo Rooms, Edinburgh
February 12th Tolbooth, Stirling 
February 13th Eden Court, Inverness