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A few years ago in Glasgow there was this pub that had a whole assortment of weird things decorating its interior; it was as if it had changed its identity over the years, but never thrown out the previous items; never deciding firmly on what it was. The strangest thing about it all though, was that it worked somehow.
That’s sort of what this release from Ming Ming and the Ching Chings evokes. Since seeing them a few weeks ago, I’ve had ‘Not in Anyone’s Gang!’ rattling around my speakers; struggling to find comparable bands in term of sound or feel. The problem, I’ve realised, is not a lack of influences, but an overload of them.
Whilst the start of the album is definitely more rock than obscurity, the latter part strays into a wild cacophony of bongos, trumpet things and electro-y bits.. and in doing so, sound more like their name suggests they should.
The group sound like a whole host of your favourite bands, and none all at once. It’s as if you feel like you should be familiar with them already, which is rather disconcerting. I like them a lot, but I’m not quite decided which part of them I like. They definitely seem more at home when they’re jumping around the stage in some sort of upbeat, jangling insanity, and that’s when I like them best.
If you want to see for yourself, they’re having a launch party of sorts at Glasgow’s Nice n Sleazy’s on Sunday the 30th May from 11pm-3am. It’s free, so it won’t even hurt your wallet. Unless you have white russians.
Their Myspace is here.
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