Columbia – Disorder

Cardiff’s Columbia, not content with one of 2022’s albums of the year are back with a new single. ‘Disorder’.

The intro does exactly what it says on the tin. A colossal sound and images of life vehemently spilled out onto the streets. With Kasabian’s ‘L.S.F.’ emblazoned across their arteries, Columbia stride out into the UK’s grey landscapes lighting flares of red white, and blue to breed life into the downtrodden once again.

Columbia have done what all rock ‘n’ roll bands have always done, they’ve tapped into the outsiders and disaffected on this tale of addiction. However, this isn’t just any song and these are not ordinary times. Being run by born-to-rule charlatans has bedded in anger that has not yet hit fever point. With the fever of this record, the intensity of feeling they have conjured it might just spill over into the streets!

While the vocal cadence may wink at Tom Meighan, the guitars belong to their love of Adam Nutter from The Music. The never give up the spirit of ‘The Walls Get Smaller’, the ecstatic bombast of ‘You Might As Well Try To Fuck Me’, and the rebellion of ‘Let Love Be The healer’ combine on this behemoth record. 

One man’s fight against addiction is in many ways the perfect vehicle for the masses to consider how change is possible. The protagonist's isolation here is alarming but you sense they’re victorious. A clarion call with this magnitude of feeling should be taken extremely seriously.

Britain might not be ready for this single but it needs it.  it needs its lyrics punching it in the gut, the psychedelic punk rock head-butting it to the floor! This is a Richey Edwards and Nicky Wire dose of reality that music, politics, and life in general need!

Standin’ Man – If You Don’t Know What To Do With Yourself

Standin’ Man have returned with their new single ‘If You Don’t Know What To Do With Yourself’. It follows the single ‘Be Your Own Messiah’ released earlier this summer. It was produced by Jim Spencer (Charlatans, Johnny Marr, New Order) and recorded at Motor Museum Studios (Liverpool) and Eve Studios (Manchester).  

Singer and songwriter Dean Fairhurst makes five men sound like an army of men with his stadium-sized belief. He switches up from Liam Gallagher to Daltrey to John Lennon with an ease that is frankly, terrifying.

It’s true brilliance lies within the baggy-mod beats and rhythms. They drag the spirit of ‘Pills, Thrills, and Bellyaches’ to the pop majesty of ‘It’s Only Love’ and beg the question, why has no one ever done this before?

The single erupts into ecstasy via Joe Kavaney’s psychedelic guitar solos. They fire out across the night sky like the northern lights on speed. They take Steve Craddock’s early OCS work to the edge of Hendrix via that glorious moment Clapton became a Beatle. There could be no better soundtrack to this tale of getting lost in the moment as a collective.

Two behemoth singles in and Standin’ Man are looking like huge album of the year contenders in 2023.

The Lunar Towers - Hurry Up and Wait

The Lunar Towers are a four-piece hailing from Cheltenham and now residing in London. They consist of Rory Moore (bass/vocals), Joe Richardson (guitars/vocals), Rob Sewell (guitars/vocals), and Bradley Hillier-Smith (drums).

Rory and Joe met by chance in a French class at school and bonded over music, Oasis t-shirts, and Morrissey haircuts. They have recently recorded with The Moons frontman and Paul Weller multi-instrumentalist Andy Crofts, a sure sign of genuine talent.

After the singles ‘Wire’ and ‘Happy As Larry’ were picked up by Shindig magazine, Radio X, and BBC Introducing in the summer, they’ve returned with their debut EP ‘Hurry Up and Wait’. Here’s our track-by-track review:

*Images and artwork courtesy of The Songbird HQ

‘Hurry Up and Wait’ is available to buy on their Bandcamp page.

Plastic Glass Towers

The rippling guitars of Derby peers Marseille can shimmer on the darkest of winter days. Not content with bringing the sunshine to grey landscapes, they have Teenage Fanclub’s innate ability to conjure an escapist momentum to revel in.

There’s a ramshackle beauty to Sewell’s vocals which evokes Pastels’ Creation Records era. The abrasive yet beautiful delivery gives them a joyous us versus the world sonic!

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This time out, Richardson takes the vocal lead which transforms the bands sound. Blessed with the smokiness of Elliot Smith, the lo-fi drawl of Lou Barlow, and the joy of The Orchids’ James Hackett, It allows their sunny disposition to roam free.

The sumptuous guitars meander with the effortless beauty of Lawrence in his Felt days and the folk-indie magic of Belle & Sebastian. What prevents them from becoming just another indie band with a nice jangle is the directness of the solo. It brings Teenage Fanclub and Goa Express into play which broadens their horizons and therefore, future excitement exponentially.

Southern Love

With The Byrds in their hearts, they set sail for the Laurel Canyon. McGinn’s guitars and crosby’s soulful vocals are reimagined to a scintillating effect. The urgency is instant. The vitality is necessary! This is rock ‘n’ roll at its absolute best. Desperate to set the soul free from its trappings via art and integrity.

Back To You

Vocally, Moore has found a sweet spot between the abrasive Pete Shelly and The Jacques’ Finn O’Brien. What makes him more special is the re-homing of the punk spirits in this gentler sonic.

The guitars have the warming glow of Richard Hawley in a parallel universe where he joined forces with Strangelove and Luke Haines to conjure an awkward yet endearing form of crooning.

Gazelle – Arcadia

Leicester’s Gazelle are back for one last single release of 2022 with ‘Arcadia’. It follows the fine ‘Violet Hour Blues’ released in October and last night, they played their biggest gig to date at Leicester’s o2 Academy.

‘Arcadia’ blasts its way out of the traps to light up England’s finest to the sound of The Horrors’ decadent fairground keys circa ‘Primary Colours’. Although they’ve stepped away from their love of Motown here, its influence looms large still. The verses could be choruses and vice-versa as they motor their way to melodic euphoria.

The stomping breakdown brings those heady rock ‘n’ roll moments of Kasabian on ‘Empire’ and ‘West Pauper Lunatic Asylum’ to the fore. They build to a debauched chaotic climax where violence loiters at every turn to provide an utterly exhilarating rush.

2022’s run of singles from Gazelle have seen them shake off the ‘just another indie band’ tag. ‘Magic Carpet Ride’ brought their love of soul and Motown alive and ‘Violet Hour Blues’ demoed their crowd-uniting ability. Furthermore, in ‘Clementine’ and ‘Arcadia’, they’ve added depth and intelligence to the early singles which now, has to see them eclipse the success of The Reytons and The Rahs.

Badly Drawn Boy: Shiiine On Festival

Amid the mainstage anthems at Shiiine On stood Bolton’s multi-instrumentalist icon Badly Drawn Boy on Sunday afternoon. Hangovers were rife among the large crowd which prompted the question, would this crowd go for him?

Images courtesy of Toni Underhill

The former Mercury Music Award prize winner was in an unusually talkative mood. He warmed the hearts of the main stage with stories of visiting Joe Strummer’s house and jokes about how he really should be with his mum on her 80th birthday.

There was a looseness to his introverted contemplations on stage, unrehearsed but open. A trait that seemingly doesn’t come easy to him. Gough’s shyness and free spirit became his greatest weapon during the Shiiine On set, however. The stories and set changed as the mood took him. The crowd was being let into his innermost feelings and thus, the love in the room grew to a tangible state.  

Once he had let the room in, there was no turning back for the Dylan-inspired section of ‘The Shining’ and ‘A Minor Incident’. Gough dedicated the former to his brother who tragically passed away in July 2021. As his gorgeous north-west tone decreed “remember seeing your face shining my way” the room wept as one.  

When he announced ‘A Minor Incident’ would follow, thousands of onlookers looked to the floor, the sky, or their pint. Anywhere but the loved ones they were with. The emotion was about to spill over. Mercifully, Gough regaled how he was tasked to write a Dylan-esque track for the suicide scene of About A Boy because they couldn’t afford the real deal. That flicker of humour steadied a room of souls who were picturing lost lives. His deep vocals go to the edge of Dylan’s drawl but vocally, he is blessed with empathy and sorrow like no other.  Twenty years on, the way in which he places himself in Fiona Brewer’s position is still astonishing. During his harmonica solo, images of Toni Collette’s guilt-ridden and distressed performance flood to the fore but, the warmth in his acoustic playing and the melody embedded are so fine that they overcome.

This was not a set purely based on life’s darkest reflections though. Although performing alone, the technicolour vibrancy of ‘All Possibilities’ hope-drenched message resounded out like a beacon of light on the Somerset shores. The righteous punk of ‘Born In The UK’ took us through the seventies and the melodic splendour of ‘You Were Right’ dished out the fuzzy feelings cider no longer could on day three of a festival.  

Sometimes it’s hard to love someone, not Badly Drawn Boy though. Gigs come and gigs go. Only the special ones can leave you with lifelong memories and this was one. The naturally hibernating soul of Gough was lured out for an embracing hug with like-minded souls. Post-Covid, this middle-aged crowd can see eternity for what it is, a fallacy. What he did on stage was reignite ageing souls with the purest form of themselves. The formative teen, wide-eyed, and longing to change the world for the better. Although his songs might quite be the answer, they were the soundtrack of many lives that Sunday afternoon.

Ecko: Shiiine On Festival 2022

Scotland’s Ecko were second on in The Inn On Green This past Saturday at Shiiine On. It was, unbeknownst to them (and us), to be the start of something truly magical.

All images courtesy of Joc Anquetil (aka A Deeper Groove)

Many bands attempt to be Oasis. You can spot them a mile off. They don’t have it. No matter how good a tune they write, they’re plastic punks. Not Ecko. They look the part, they walk the walk, and they have the tunes but crucially, their souls are forged in the working class turmoil and that led to the Burnage boys’ glory.

Destiny awaits!

The noise and confusion of those early Oasis years hissed across the tightly packed pub. The devil shimmered through their guitars, satan has found his purpose and is going to lead us to the promised land once more. A quick glance around the room observed the 4am hungover looks of bewilderment. Was this really happening?

‘Psycho Candy’ pumped with the blood of ‘Alive’ and ‘Cloudburst’ was interjected with the sumptuous stoner noodling of John Squire. It was happening!

‘Get Out’ took Keith Richards for a ramshackle jam with explosive blues of 22-20s and threatened violence throughout, ‘Teenage Trip’ throbbed with raw power and demanded academy-sized venues immediately. Then, on the latest single ‘Don’t Get Me Wrong’, they rendered all 00s bands dead as they took indie-rock to stomping new heights. People left the venue singing in Scottish accents their power was instantaneous.

The crowd was small, but, this isn’t any festival. This is Shiiine On! You’re looking at a generation who sought music out on the evening session, Peel, and at gigs. People sang to snobby record store owners in order to find the white-label demo of their favourite band that never made it. This crowd bleeds new music!

A group Real People Brummies stopped us for The Institutes (who were insatiable btw) set time, 20mins of Ecko chat later, they got it. Glancing around, Supercool Indie Night, Shiiine On management, and many from the Shiiine Thursday club are doing the same. One by one Ecko are making it before our eyes.

Sunday morning, the news filters through that Ecko are standing in for Shambolics on the Centre Stage. The potential for 1800 people was on the horizon for the band. Should be fine, wasn’t like they were dancing to 4am with their old man in Reds the night before.

As The Fannies signed off the main stage in style, the Inn on The Green loyalists filtered to the dancefloor upstairs. If was to be just us again, so be it. Their rise is only a matter of time. What happened next was astonishing.

All images courtesy of Joc Anquetil (aka A Deeper Groove)

Saturday’s crowd had all studiously revised for this exam. Their Soundcloud demos had been pillaged, words had been learned. We were going down swinging for them. Some fledgling bands can falter in this light, Ecko are not one. They grew in stature as destiny flocked to them like a gravitational pull. Swagger oozed through their shoulders. Somehow the slight 18-year-olds looked colossal now.

By the set close, that 1800 mark was virtually amassed.

They weren’t done yet!

They could have walked off into the sunset heroes. Instead, they partied until 4am with the Inn on the Green loyalists to Utah Saints. Celebratory yes, but, to rock ‘n’ roll lovers, it felt more. It’s not enough to be at the party, if you’re going to leave an impact, you need to live that party like it’s your last. Ecko knows it and did it. Shiiine On!

The Skinner Brothers – Soul Boy

The Skinner Brothers are the hardest-working band around. Fact. This year they released a breakthrough album, an eclectic EP and now, they have followed it up with a new single ‘Soul Boy’.

To date, The Skinner Brothers have been cultivating a sound that, caressed the edges of true originality but, hadn’t quite made the leap. On their new single ‘Soul Boy’ they’ve lept head first off a cliff and reinvented the game.

The drama of The Streets and the venom of Jamie T unite to forge a spiteful and vengeful piece of brilliance. This is the sound of 2am erupting into sweat-filled mayhem. Feelings of isolation and imprisonment bubble up with bile before exploding into a Fatboy Slim fuelled rage. Then, just when you can’t take the visceral assault anymore, Danni Burton Is introduced with superb homage to rave-era vocals to blow all your troubles away in a moment of sheer ecstasy.

Frontman Zac Skinner has hit the headlines of late. To dreary pop fans, bands who take shortcuts, and the ill-informed at the NME, he has done so for the wrong reasons. No matter which way you look at it, they’re wrong. Music is art, it should test the soul within an inch of its existence. If you can look us in the eye and say Louis Tomlison and NME do that, that they don’t take shortcuts for financial gain then so be it, leave use alone, we’re better than you!

‘Soul Boy II’ felt like a breakthrough album for the band. It took them to the main stages of festivals, major support slots for Kasabian. The Libertines, The Streets, and The Music and a sold-out tour. The single ‘Soul Boy’ however, is ground-breaking. It’s the kick up the arse the scene needed. Zac told us so and delivered it with interest.

Image courtesy of Fear PR

Marseille: Slaughtered Lamb, London

Derby’s Marseille made the trip down to London this Tuesday to The Slaughtered Lamb. After the buzz of their latest single ‘Freedom’, they came with hefty expectations. Could they live up to them?

Tom Spray’s cascading drums and Felix Moxey’s divine bassline on ‘Freedom’ gave them a great protected intro and a set opener for life. The whiff of something special hovered enticingly in the air and was duly met by guitarist Joe Labram.

The transition between ‘Shout It Loud’ and the next single ‘Monkey In The Middle’ awoke something not seen in the UK since Oasis, Ocean Colour Scene and The Roses ruled the airwaves. Spiralling psychedelia bore its way to the sun from the London basement. The intimate crowd looked on in utter bewilderment, did that just happen? You bet your life it did!!!

Anyone left wondering if it was a fluke was duly pummelled into submission on set closer ‘State Of Mind’. What began as an angelic homage to the C86 movement descended into rock ‘n’ roll devilment of the highest order. The kind that will see promoters look for something bigger than Knebworth.

Labram’s playing is utterly magnetic. For ten minutes he went from Squire to Bell to early Noel waving at them from on high. At recent Ride shows, Andy Bell has discovered the form of his life, Labram just rendered him redundant with his spellbinding psyche.

The scary thing about Marseille is, you feel the penny-drop moment hasn’t happened for them yet. This level of brilliance is emanating from a position of creative exploration. Their time, their sound still feels on the horizon, the beauty is, their horizon looks down upon almost everyone else ensuring greatness is coming to save us all from the grey decaying landscapes we reside in.

The Utopiates - Illuminise

London via Leeds outfit The Utopiates have stormed 2022 with sold tours and signing to the illustrious V2 Records. They look to cap it off in style with their new single ‘Illuminise’, recorded at Nave Studios in Leeds with Producer Andy Hawkins.

Image & artwork courtesy of http://copaceticpr.com/

Their previous work has seen them in explorative moods. ‘Illuminise’ however, takes a far more direct path. Frontman Dan Popplewell introduces a snarl to his vocals, bringing Richard Archer’s early career to the fringes of Sleaford Mods’ Jason Williamson but musically, they never lose sight of their baggy spirit.

As with all their previous work though, they impart killer hooks to make you dance. The keys and bass have boiled down Delphic and Friendly Fires’ entire career into three minutes and married them with a deranged Mick Ronson solo.

The bombastic funk of Bowie’s ‘Low’ album is injected with the wayward souls of Black Grape on their most intense outing to date. The Berlin influences in the production light up frontman Dan Popplewell’s newfound venom as he dismisses the bitterness in his life:

“So when you’re wired / You’ll see me up ahead / Rising up we’re, Illuminising!”

It would have been easy for The Utopiates to deliver another groove-laden gem to send them off victorious for the year. However, they’ve gone out all guns blazing, proving that creative risk is still something to strive for. Yet, with their talent, it simply isn’t a risk!

Check back here tomorrow to hear the new single!

Peter Hall – In Plain Sight

Nottingham’s Peter Hall follows the critical success of his debut album ‘Light The Stars’ in 2021 with the new single ‘In Plain Sight’. It was recorded and self-produced at his Daisyland Studio and marks the first run of new singles.

In Plain Sight is available via Bandcamp.

Hall’s vocals touch upon the pristine pop of Sice and the dogged beauty of Howie Payne on this cinematic pop gem. Hall’s vocals alongside the orchestration conjure a sense of wonder that can only come from a soul in love.

The carefree abandonment Hall journeys on are beset with so much joy that, you’d be forgiven for thinking it was literary nonsense (a la Lewis Carroll). However, luring beneath the sparkle is a man determined to look inwards and become easier to love. It adds depth to the musical splendour that Mick Head would be proud of.

Head rears his creative soul once again on the solo. Hall takes the windswept beauty of the Pale Fountains for a waltz with Weller’s gentle playing on ‘True Meanings’. It creates a glorious world of fantasy and love to indulge in.

Hall has not just returned, he has well and truly arrived as one of England’s finest songwriters.

My Raining Stars – 89 memories

Former Nothing To Be Done member Thierry Haliniak is back with a new album under the guise of My Raining Stars. It follows the sublime ‘Obvious Reasons’ EP in 2020. Can the longer format meet the same standards?

89 memories is available to buy on Bandcamp.

My Raining Stars have made a name for themselves by reimagining Sarah Records, Creation Records, and the C86 scene for the modern day. On ‘If You’, ‘Too Soon’, and ‘Behind Her Lovely Smile’ they tread similar water. ‘If You’ plunges into the hazy beauty of Chapterhouse via New order’s ‘Ceremony’. ‘Too Soon’ combines the explorative drumming of ‘Vapour Trail’ with the eloquent beauty of the Cocteau Twins on this lo-fi gem. ‘Behind Her Lovely Smile’ however whilst drawing on Ride’s comeback album ‘Weather Diaries’ begins to transgress the past. The guitars are blessed with rock ‘n roll’s desperation to live; a moment Johnny Marr would be proud of! Haliniak’s ability to use his voice as the songs blissful release is utterly mesmerising.

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‘89 Memories’ ultimate strength is its positivity. In a world falling apart at the seams, the ecstasy of ‘The Way Things Turn’ and ‘Of ‘Time’ couldn’t be more vital. The former is a brooding lullaby sent from the angels. The beauty of The Orchids is met with brooding yet angelic Mark Gardener-esque vocal from Haliniak. It has great cinematic quality. The protagonist is thrust into the inciting moment and must seek out the light. Twisting and turning, desperate to fight their way to resolution, this track will not give up! Whereas, ‘Time’ taps into the jangle of The la’s and the power of The Real People to find new avenues of euphoria.

What keeps the album refreshing is Haliniak’s foray into more rock ‘n’ roll guitar playing. His sumptuous Ian Broudie-esque vocals on ‘From the Day She’s Gone’ is met with a direct and anguished urgency. The guitars brood in the verses before bursting into a display of melancholy reaching for escapism worthy of Johnny Marr. Whereas, ‘Sit and Stare’ takes Norman Blake’s melodic rumble to the edge of Weller and Craddock in the 90s.

These more instantaneous moments breathe vitality into Haliniak’s body of work that will surely win the hearts and minds of many new fans sooner rather than later.

This Is War – I Don’t get It

Image & artwork courtesy of the band.

Liverpool’s This is War are back with their new single ‘I Don’t Get It’. It follows their blistering ‘Pyramids’ and ode to Dylan ‘Exile Pet’.

This Is War have proven they can produce all sorts of tracks this year. It is though, in attack mode that they come alive. Launching into jagged riffs from The Jam and The Clash set the tone for what becomes a fine homage to 00s post-punk.

Vocally, Paul Carden brings the lo-fi power of The Strokes’ ‘Take It Or Leave’ to the fore before imparting great melody with his Rod-esque gravel in the closing stages.

The excitement of The Strokes’ ‘Is This It’ is never far away from this anthem but they don’t stop there. It joyfully explores many of the bands that The Strokes helped launch post-2001. The angular licks have the art school power of Franz Ferdinand and The Departure and the punk of The Rakes cult classic ‘Retreat’. This spirit combines with the ragged glory Kings of Leon debut as if they were played by the Jarman brothers circa ‘New Fellas’ and ‘Mens Needs, Women’s Needs, Whatever’.

It’s a thrill ride to the credible bands that plugged the heartache of The Libertine’s demise in the mid-00s to lift the scene back to dizzy heights. Carden’s former band The Black Velvets were criminally overlooked during this period; thus, this song has a cathartic justice to pulsing through it for fans of him then and now.

Make no mistakes though, this is not rehashed nostalgia. This Is War have yet again recorded something vital that feels as live as it can possibly be in the studio.

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)

Marseille – Freedom

This Friday on ADR Records, Derby’s Marseille release their new single ‘Freedom’. In 2022, Marseille have dropped the angelic ‘Forget It All’, and the trippy ‘The Jungle’ which was followed up with a fine remix from Vega Rally. Can they keep the momentum going?

From the off their newfound five-piece status is reflected in the enthralling and debauched sonic. Tom Spray’s drumming begins with Tony McCarroll’s rawness before metamorphosing into the flair of Gaz Whelan and Reni.

Through frontman Will Brown, there is a window through which mortals can peer into the band’s soul. Offering his best vocal to date, he hovers above the siren-like guitars like the pied piper of noise and confusion.

Lyrically, they’ve condensed the spirit of The Enemy’s debut album into five minutes of ‘Definitely Maybe’ meets ‘Stone Roses’ escapism. Written about their home city of Derby, they encapsulate large pockets of the UK who used to feel but now know they’re left behind. For those old enough, they will be flung back to a time when we had libraries, leisure centres, and sure start centres. We had hope!

For The Enemy, they arrived just in time to get paid. What have the music industry or any creative industry for that matter offered the working classes since 2010? A gormless reality tv no mark perhaps. Thank the heavens for guitars here. They drag the baggy-mod vibes of ‘Some Friendly’ and ‘Between 10th and 11th’ the precipice of the Roses and Oasis’ escapist majesty.

Soul-enriching, life-affirming, poetic brilliance!

‘Freedom’ is nothing short of a triumph of the human spirit. 12 years spent racing to the bottom, where Spotify throws pennies at your face and expects you to like it, Marseille have emerged with the finest rock ‘n’ roll song of 2022.

*Image courtesy of Paul Dixon

LOCK-IN: Lower Third, London

Lock-in began their life as a band in far from serious circumstances. Fast-forward a few years, the Essex outfit now residing in London and have a string of festivals to their name. They recently supported The K’s for This Feeling’s Teenage Cancer Trust night at Lower Third and we were there to check them out.

On record, a teenage innocence permeates their lyrics. Riddled with heartache and angst, they transport the oldest of souls back to the slumber of relationship woes. Live though, Lock-in are joyously learning to beef up their 00s revival sound.

‘I Caught Feelings’, via Ollie’s drumming builds to a raucous Milburn-esque crescendo. The lovelorn characters are built up to the fringes of rock ‘n’ roll with the shimmering guitar licks and frontman Benjy Leak’s swagger. The intro to set closer ‘Yours Sincerely’, more muscular than ever, adopts the angular mod riffs of The Rifles’ ‘She’s Got Standards’ and the punk of Good Shoes. The as yet unreleased ‘Sweet Love’ is their most bullish track to date and seemed to signify a departure from their cuter intonations.

On ‘Know The Score’ and ‘Get Over It’, they have serious weaponry to unleash on indie fans. The formers disco stomp hooked in the London crowd before frontman Benjy wielded his refreshingly ambitious stage presence. On ‘Get Over It’, something so instantaneous which allows them to dial down the bravado and thus, lets the audience feel a bigger part of their journey.

On this showing, it won’t be long they are headlining venues like this.

*image courtesy of the band

The K’s: Lower Third, London

Last Wednesday, live music returned to Soho for what felt like an eternity. Just 100 yards from the site of the dear departed Astoria, Earlestown’s The K’s headlined This Feeling’s Teenage Cancer Trust night at the new venue Lower Third.

Whilst the packed intimate crowd was deep below ground, the government was falling apart, again! Hour upon hour a new catastrophe was unfurling, culminating in the now ex-Prime Minister not voting for her own bill. That crowd needed The K’s more than ever!

In the same week ‘Up The Bracket’ turned 20, it was fitting The K’s headlined This Feeling’s Teenage Cancer Trust gig at Lower Third in Soho. Rock music has a new great duo to call upon Ryan Breslin and Jamie Boyle. Performance-wise, they share more with Brown and Squire than Pete and Carl, the superstar on the guitar and the polemicist on vocals. Like the early days of the roses, Breslin and Boyle know when to step back and let the other shine. They exist to serve each over and it’s exhilarating to watch!

The room explodes into life again and again as they rattle through classics ‘Sarajevo’, ‘Glass Towns’, and ‘TV’. Pulling from Slade, The Courteeners, and The Rifles is a surefire way to make a name for yourselves but, their ability goes way beyond their influences. They’ve consigned the 00s to the bin in the same way the Pistols and Clash did to the 60s. Lyrically, they eclipse the last great wave of bands with Weller’s Jam era sharpness. Only Tom Clarke can stand up to them but, Boyle’s rapid-fire delivery includes so much more depth, he is surely in his rearview mirror now.

Breslin’s playing has the power of Pete Townsend and the technicolour of John Squire. It should render him untouchable and aloof yet, he has a playfulness and charm that makes him the cool kid that lifts you up to happier climates. On ‘Picture’, he takes the indie-punk of The Courteeners’ debut and blows it up to stadium-sized euphoria. Heaton Park beckons!

On ‘Valley One’ they have an iconic pin drop moment! Hardcore fans boisterously singalong to begin with but Boyle’s vocals are beset with so much emotion they step back. They’re carted back to lockdown, trapped, and alone when this song was released. It was the mood of a generation, lost, down, but defiant to come back and be heard.

Encores, frankly, are a pain in the arse at rock ‘n roll gigs. The adrenaline dissipates and often struggles to come back. However, when ‘Hometown’ was demanded by a fan on the microphone, the sense that the band are one of us was palpable. Except for the drummer who was visibly bricking it as he’d never played it live before.   

Working-class grit was lit up by this gang of humble escapists. The perfect release from the myriad of doom we’re all facing!

*Image by Kristopher Tolley, courtesy of Songbird PR

Ian M Bailey - You Paint The Pictures

Artwork by Josh Washington

In 2021, Ian M Bailey released his Byrds-inspired debut ‘Songs To Dream Along To’ and was one of the surprise packages of the year. During its creation, he collaborated with his long-time friend Daniel Wylie of Cosmic Rough Riders fame. Wylie, in 2021 also released an album. His ‘Atoms and Energy’ album took a step back from his archetypal Neil Young and Norman Blake guitar sound to deal with discourses of grief, domestic violence, and regret.

The two worked together for the entirety of Bailey’s second album ‘You Paint The Pictures’. Would the two mindsets of 2021 still be present, would they clash and produce great art? We take a look.

The album was recorded at Bailey’s home studio Small Space Studios in England with Alan Gregson mastering the album as well as providing strings and Hammond (Life Without You) and slide guitar (Lover’s Song). It will be released on the 28th of October via Kool Kat Musik.

If they were in the same place mentally, Bailey’s enthusiasm from his debut certainly infiltrated Wylie and brought him back to the light. Positivity is the album’s life source with many a message coming from the point of view of a father wanting to help. ‘Hey Little Girl’ vocally and musically adopts the simple yet eloquent mind of Gene Clark on ‘True One’. Tinged with country and Ian Broudie-esque backing vocals, its message of hope to younger generations glides into hearts and minds. ‘Change Is Easy’ however, is what defiance sounds like in your mid-fifties. Determined to stay alive for their children, they espouse lyrical couplets to raise up and inspire those they love the most.

Baileys’s previous album and, Wylie’s previous few have been of undeniable quality. The only criticism to be found in any of them is creatively, they’ve resided in scenes that have been and gone. On ‘Year Of The Tiger’, ‘I Don’t Want To Start Again’, and ‘Dreams of Love’ they begin to take their influences down new avenues to forge their own path. ‘Year Of The Tiger’ takes the lysergic licks of Johnny Marr’s ‘The Messenger’ and the hypnotic keys of The Doors for a trip a la Moon Duo. ‘I Don’t Want To Start Again’ has the hallmarks of The Byrds and Ian Matthews Southern Comfort but, is blessed with the immediacy of Peter Buck’s guitar playing circa ‘Document’ and ‘Green’. Whilst the melodies are angelic, the tone meanders to the darker planes as they decree my “life is running down the hall”. The song offers great uplifts, enough to distract from you its stark reality of life is short but, the closing keys bring the brutish reality home!

It’s on the latter, ‘Dreams Of Love’ where the duo truly excels in using the past to conjure something new. Wylie draws on his classic ‘Enjoy The Melodic Sunshine’ with the trippy percussive elements from ‘The Gun Wasn’t Loaded’ and ‘Baby, You’re So Free’ whilst Bailey perfects his Ian Matthews ethereal vocals. The song builds with the orchestrated majesty of Scott Walker and destructs like Richard Hawley’s grief-ridden classic ‘Standing At The Sky’s Edge’. The booming guitars release a pain unparalleled by an artist this year.

On ‘Brazil’ the guitars nod to Peter Green in his more relaxed Splinter Group Days and the effortlessness of Santana. Bailey’s vocals are supreme. They dip into modern-day Weller on ‘Be Sunset’ and ‘Fat ‘Pop’ and the mysticism of George Harrison and the feather-light genius of Elliot Smith. There ever so withdrawn style allows for the Moody Blues keys and the Sanatana solo to burn brightest.

Rather than the two opposing outlooks of their debuts colliding to produce great music, it has been a far simpler tale of two like-minded friends collaborating for the greater good. Wylie’s abilities have lifted Bailey’s songs to the next level, may their partnership long continue.

The album is released on the 28th October. Be sure to check here to listen to additional songs. You can pre-order the album here https://ianbaileymusic.bigcartel.com/product/you-paint-the-pictures

Pastel - Isaiah

Manchester’s Pastel release their second EP ‘Isaiah’ EP this Friday via Spirit of Spike Island Records. Produced by Afflecks Palace frontman J Fender, it follows the success of their ‘Deeper Than Holy’ EP released back in 2021. Can it follow up on the early promise?

The previous EP demonstrated a love of the Verve which they have doubled down on here. The title track ‘Isaiah’ is steeped in Nick McCabe’s magical swirling guitars that beckon tonnes of dry ice on a huge stage for them. Frontman Jack Yates angelic vocals give the astonishing sonic a human touch, allowing us mortals into their world. ‘Escape’, written after a hefty acid trip, has the melodic hallmarks of ‘Weeping Willow’ and ‘Space & Time’ and the explorative splendour of ‘Blue’. The sumptuous slide guitars are destined for iconic status.

Their time with John Squire at Knebworth was clearly well spent. On ‘S.O.H.O.’ the ‘Second Coming’ and ‘Do It Yourself’ strut comes out to play. Great and immediate hooks combine with Yate’s Chris Helme vocals to bug everything out.

On ‘Two Fools’ however, the promise builds but does not arrive. Whilst the hiss of Owen Morris’ Oasis production lurks and the vastness of ‘Urban Hymns’, its tails off without landing a killer moment. That is a testament to the quality elsewhere that your hopes are raised song upon song.

*Image courtesy of Fear PR

Pastel’s remaining live date of the year is:

November 20th - Preston, Crosstown Festival

Thousand Yard Stare - Earthanasia

Thousand Yard Stare have returned with their second album since the 2016 reformation. ‘Earthanasia’ follows 2020’s critically acclaimed ‘The Panglossian Momentum’ and was again recorded in Raffer Studios in Kent.

The album is available to buy on their Bandcamp page.

Since their return, they have had harder edges. ‘Action Stations’ throbbed with aggression and ‘It Sparks’ brought influences from The Cult to their fiery psyche styles. They took loyal fans from a position of wanting to reminisce about the early 90s through to their next chapter. Having their new direction accepted has given them freeing confidence on ‘Earthanasia’ to explore the destructive fringes of their creativity. ‘Hivemind’s blistering opening brings in the explosive rage of Sonic Youth and the fragility of Seafoods guitar lines. Unshackled by doubt, they bring in the psychedelic bliss of the previous album via Stephen Barnes most ethereal vocals to date. Together they create a sense of unity through the chaos. Whereas, on the former single ‘Isadora’, guitarist Giles Duffy taps into the immediacy of the ‘Version Of Me’ and ‘Wonderment’ and reimagines them in the form of a demonic nursery rhyme. Hope is often coursing through their melodies. Here, they’ve attacked the studio like a Dadaist nightmare where the concept never existed. An ode to lockdown if ever there was one.

The newfound confidence infiltrates the album’s two clarion call anthems ‘Broken Spectre’ and ‘Square Peg, Round Hole’. The former opens the album with a Sea Power via Moon Duo and latter-day The Horrors. The shimmering psychedelia rings out like a panic-stricken last call to arms, adopting a slot between melancholia and escapism. A desperate sense of urgency courses through its veins; it’s now or ever to save what we all love! ‘Square Peg, Round Hole’ however is an explosion of technicolour, as though John Squire joined Maximo Park to re-write their seminal album ‘The National Health’. Many can offer hope and defiance in song. Few can place themselves in the present, in the heart of the crisis like TYS have done here, and pick people up off the canvas.

What ‘Earthanasia’ does better than ‘The Panglossian Momentum’ is to consistently showcase a band on a journey that far outruns their beginnings. The title track ‘Earthanasia’ gives the album an ‘Inception’ style ending. Dependant on your glass half-full or empty outlook, the fleeting guitar licks are the light flickering or fading away:

“If our world was gonna end tonight / How we gonna make things right?”

The juxtaposition between the gentle sonic and Barnes’ angelic vocals is one that begins to transcend music. Musically, it allows the heart to fade away and accept what’s coming but, through Barnes, there is a route through the foggy nature of the guitars and saxophone. It lends itself exquisitely to the choices our country has faced from Barnard Castle through to whatever chancellor we have as I type.

‘Esprit Du Corps’ treads a similar path with its ethereal meanderings. The heartfelt introspections and political hope of Sea Power shine alongside the soaring melodies of Feeder as Barnes delivers a career-defining vocal. He soars with a vastness that belies his middle age. This is the stuff off of teenage kicks. Meanwhile ‘Adverse Cambers’ finds a way of combining the early hour’s contemplation of Doves’ debut with the melodic joy of Electric Soft Parade. Whereas ‘Borrowed Time’ serves up a poetic lullaby to Brexiteers and climate change Deniers:

“Leave me where I lie / I won’t be here tomorrow / Leave me asinine / The burden is mine to swallow…we’re all on borrowed time”

Their previous album in many ways was a second debut album. It said everything they ever wanted to say to the world. They thought it would cap off a great few years playing live and release the odd EP. What it did is best expressed in their single ‘Measures’:

“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”.

This sentiment flows from every corner of the album and has allowed them to be more expressive than ever. Long may it continue.

*Images and artwork courtesy of the band.

The Enemy: Kentish Town Forum, London

September 16th 2016, The Enemy played their last London gig “for the foreseeable future” according to the band. It was a bitter pill to swallow as thousands traipsed out of the venue that night. Powerless and downtrodden, the northern line exploded into bouts of ‘This Song’. We did not go quietly into the night. It was a fuck you to XFM and 6Music who ignored ‘It’s Automatic’, a criminally underrated album. They were supposed to have ours and their backs!

That angst had not subsided upon return six years later. Back in the same venue, Coventry’s favourite sons were celebrating the 15th anniversary of their debut album ‘We’ll Live And Die In These Towns’.

So many bands pussy foot around with music between the support acts. Not The Enemy. No one understands the plight of the working classes as they did/do. Train tickets, booking fees, and 7 quid for a pint, the band get they we’re being mugged off. They play monster hits from Kasabian, Oasis, and eventually return to the stage to The Who’s teenage desolation classic ‘Baba O Riley’. Bang. For. Buck!

Many anniversary album tours are a party; a nostalgia trip to relive great memories. The combative power of album opener ‘Aggro’ brought back feelings of yesteryear, but for different reasons. Back in 2007, the band played 5 sold-out nights at The Astoria (RIP). They were electric nights, the feeling of conquering the world was palpable. The destructive playing of the band in 2022 brought those feelings flooding back. Bodies lay strewn across the padded seats, beers flew as beacons of hope, and sweat fell with joy. This wasn’t a dewy-eyed trip to a misspent youth, this is real, this was for the here and now. The feeling of surmounting the bores was tangible but, it was fresh, the Tories, corporate greed, polluting water companies, no one feels safe!  

Grown men cried in the arms of their best mates and partners as top 10 hits ‘Had Enough’ and ‘Away From Here’ assaulted the senses. What, because we’re 15 years older, you think we’ve all grown up and enjoy middle management? Fuck off!

‘This Song’ was reprised by the band for the final song but, was by the crowd whenever a moment’s breath was allowed to be taken. This sold-out crowd was not letting their heroes out without them knowing how much they had been missed. As it was an album playback gig, it was peculiar to hear the classic ‘You’re Not Alone’ at the mid-point. It takes added potency in 2022 as the world falls down around ordinary people.

During the encore the volatility of ‘Gimme The Sign’ was a thing of pure beauty. The snap of the neck as Tom Clarke snarls ‘penguin’ and the colossal drumming of frayed edges of humanity. Meanwhile, ‘Saturday’ set the encore ablaze as Clarke demands we all fulfill our dreams.

What the future holds remains unclear for the band at present. As most of us lie awake thinking about bills to pay, the world needs The Enemy. There’s just too many dreams in this wasteland to leave album five behind.

*Image courtesy of Fear PR