late of THE pier, zzt (sadly not zz top) , THE dead 60s, alabama 3 - this week's singles!
Released: Mon, 2007/09/10 on Various indie schmindies at a guess
ARTROCKER RATING:
SINGLE OF THE WEEK: LATE OF THE PIER / BATHROOM GURGLE (MOSHI MOSHI)
Jesus Lord My mother! It’s the 1980s again - and even more so than it was in the actual 1980s. This synth tune is something of a Ghost train – sometimes camp, sometimes spooky, always a kick. It’s also got shitloads of hooks – which is a damn site more than we can say for the other grinning corpses we’ve heard this week. To conclude then, it’s like a neon-skinned David Bowie freaking out with an opium pipe. Go forth and consume!
For Gawds sake though lads, that verse is terrible. “You really don’t understand my madness!” Nope, I don’t. So just cut to the chorus please.
THE DEAD 60S / STAND UP (DELTASONIC)
I can’t help it, but every time I hear this tune the face of Grant Nicolas from Feeder floats before me like some ghoulish apparition. There certainly is a whiff of ‘The Feed’ to these lads, but that’s not to damn it entirely: the spectre of Joe Strummer also hangs over the vocals, and there’s at least water-tight rhythm section to swing from.
THE TACTICIANS / GIRLS GROW UP FASTER THAN BOYS (SETANTA)
If you can get past the wonky 6th form poetry in the verse, this is a grower of a pop tune. Its melancholy chorus goes nicely with the dead leaves of autumn, and there’s even a hint of brass in there to give it a northern soul underbelly. For Gawds sake though lads, that verse is terrible. “You really don’t understand my madness!” Nope, I don’t. So just cut to the chorus please.
ALABAMA 3 / LOCKDOWN (ONE LITTLE INDIAN)
This song is destined to soundtrack a Bacardi advert. It sounds like it’s being sung by a man in white trousers, a man who’s flashing his golden teeth at the party, and smiling while a snake-like woman curls up around his legs. He pops a few peanuts. He bends his knees to do the boogie. He is an utter cretin.
ZZT / LOWER STATE OF CONSCIOUSNESS (TURBO)
Er… oh dear. What’s going on? This sounds like a car tyre being stretched apart… then attacked by an army of rogue Playstations. I’m sure that someone will eventually decode all the bleeps of this song and realise it’s a message from aliens, warning us to evacuate the planet or be destroyed. Until that time, I’d highly advise you to consume vast quantities of drugs before even considering tackling it.
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