Eagle-eyed Pure Rawk regulars will probably have noticed that we quite like this lot. Heck, we chose them for this Pure Rawk Awards didn’t we? And this EP is another perfect reminder why, as if we needed one.
Classic British Pop with killer guitar riffs, this is a rarefied breed of glam pop that many thought extinct, but here breathes life and vitality like America never happened. Lyrically quirky without being obtuse (see the cricketing Rain Stopped Play and frank yet rockout assertion that suicide ‘tastes of almonds’ of Halo), this is a band that can getting away with namechecking mums favourite supermarket Iceland in a piano-opened ballad in a way only Suede or Morrisey used to be able to get away with.
Not content with alternately rocking out and charming us with their swooning melodies, this is audacious pop that tickles the heart on more than one level, threatening to challenge the traditionally conservative lands indie of indie, punk and rock, and expose so many of their practitioners of being really so very one dimensional in comparison.
We here at Pure Rawk HQ have high hopes for these little upstarts – it’s perhaps a bit of a tangent to what you’d normally expect from us, but we’ve dragged some of the most unlikely folk to see them these last few months, and they’ve all been converted. They’ve several dates lined up in the run up to the awards, so go see for yourselves. You don’t have to thank us, its all part of the service.
