Promotion eh? From the Luminaire, Barfly et al to the 100 Club in a couple of months, and what have they done to deserve it? Materially, not a lot. A single, a fine single but that’s it. Thing is with these dudes though, you know, you just know that they’d pull it off. Strong is their character, flawless their pedigree, intimidating their confidence.
“If you wanna press, press us; if you wanna go, let’s go.” Jesus, that’s aggression for ya. “Violence solved everything, violence she solved everything,” continued Andy Falkous. And therein lies the contradictory genius of him and his bands.Violence a she? Surely not. Piss-taking, cock-sure Welshman they are, but with the sharpest of tongues – women are always the most brutal.
Musically, they pulverise. The bass is heavy and ever so dirty, the guitars spiky and obnoxious and the vocals tremendous. Falco and Kelson Louis Tregurtha Mathias (which is at least the best name ever) are un-paralleled with their sheer watch-ability right now. Falco has this way of twitching whilst he’s riffing and smiling an enormous, demonic grin over toward Kelson as he skilfully brings his bass to climax whilst wearing a crap shirt and pouring with sweat.
Jack Egglestone on the sticks mustn’t be overlooked either. His off-kilter drive prevents their more basic of riffage descend into ‘just rock’. His mild Thom Yorke-ness (appearance wise) insures their edge is all-encompassing and their desire to be different and original undeniable. They are hidden gems. It’s criminal that this lot have day jobs, appalling that they don’t play every day and abominable that this was their first show in two months.
Justifying the 100 Club, on their fifteenth show, after a two month break? That’s bigger than Mclusky ever were, far bigger than Jarcrew. They’ll have an album out soon, then they’ll be flying. Hidden no longer – God willing.
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