It’s Halloween, the one time of the year when the unexplainable happens across the world. Juveniles’ dress up as all things freaky and wander the streets in search of sugary treats, while adults and students alike see it as an excuse to get battered and dress up as something only slightly amusing. Even weirder still! In the Camden Enterprise the drummer from the Darkness is stumbling around the crowded room with a half full glass of vino, just looking for his next autograph to sign, or better yet, his first. Mr Carl Barat has also made an appearance. Quietly drinking in amongst the eye liner clad scenesters, continuously checking their straightened mop-toped barnet’s as they converse about unknown bands and bohemian Camden boutiques.
Upstairs lies a small, dingy room where four irrelevant bands have already been and gone, the main even fast approaches. An undeservedly unknown band by the name of The Mouth clambers on stage. They are set apart from the rest of these myspace urchins. I cannot see a pretentious atom surrounding the euphoric five-piece, and although the cliché is rife, they really do let the music do the talking.
An eruption of enigmatic sound waves begins to bellow from the get-go. Their radio friendly, yet undiscovered anthems lie untouched by the cold grasp of corruption thus far. There is an urban odyssey that coats their big tunes in an aura of hope and longing, and in the case of “Get home safely” this cannot be disputed.
“Lost and Lonely” erects a wall of untouchable distinction. Their loud and full-on music is big, I mean, stadium big! “Bows and arrows” proves itself to be nothing short of a future classic. The ecstasy of such a profound piece of craftsmanship is above everything, Real.
Why this treasure has remained untouched baffles me. The chemistry on stage is reminiscent of an explosive Townsend -Daltrey partnership if only The Who were born in the age of over-crass incendiary guitars and acid fuelled technological advancements.
“Stardust” is in fact the musical equivalent of falling in love while “Halo” closes the show on a high. The chorus, the verses, the riffs and everything about this pure anthem is what good music stands for. The Mouth haven’t missed the boat to success just yet, they have simply not been given their break. One day in the near future a member of the public will watch the London five piece in action, and like me, they will fall in love with a band that resembles everything that is good about music.
