Glasvegas - Geraldine

The hype surrounding Scotland’s leather clad rockers has reached monumental peaks recently. They have been praised the next big thing by many publications and their new single, Geraldine, is nothing more than a solid confirmation of this hear-say.

The eruption of sound sculpts the curious tale of a social worker and their unstable patient. The lyrical perfection hides a dark story behind the wayfairers of front man James Allan, who almost seems emotionless and content in the shadows of an untold and illegitimate love.

Top to toe in black they seem featureless and sombre but a passion does lurk, and it is slowly beginning to emerge from the pockets of their t-bird reject jackets and from the soles of their neatly polished shoes. "I will be the angel on your shoulders, My name is Geraldine i'm your social worker" crafts a relationship of trust amongst the harmonic melodies to backing vocals from John's brother. A melodic ballad from the Scottish working class who have clearly been working very fucking hard.

Serious lack of anything!

Now is the time i pull my finger out.

There are a few things coming up on the site asap! Fleet Foxes review, The Music review and some New Street Adventure related things. But below are a few new mouth logos, who have been in the studio for a while now. I imagine that we are in for quite a spectical when they emmerge!

The Skin heads? well shall we let them have it!

Im buzzing right now.

I have just come back from seeing the courteeners at Southampton University.

I have to admit that i am a musical cynic and prior to the show i was greeted by a sea of "lads" clad in their newly purchased courteeners t-shirts. An image i was not best pleased about, being the ass hole that i am.

But how my opinion changed. I have not seen a wave of unity amongst band and crowd for a while...other than the music obviously...that moulded the masses together to one single profound body. It was quite special.

Liam Fray, despite the negative media, is infact a real romantic. His unshaven persona has produced negativity for far too long. The man is writing songs that will change peoples lives. He's a lover, he's a fighter and he's a fucking hero. He has the talent to pen incidents to paper in the most poetic and yet thuggish way. A spokesman for the masses perhaps? or it could be the drink talking....

Whatever the outcome...Tonight was a "moment" of real, revived rock music with Fray's very own whimsical angle on love, life and loss. Thankyou Courteeners for bringing pop music back to the front line.

Liam Fray's response to the ST Jude review in the Guardian

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/apr/18/gender.musicnews

This is Liam Fray's response to the ignorant review in the Guarian regarding the release of the Courteeners debut album, St Jude.

Liam has displayed real dignity in thise response. The man has truly stood his ground and in a professional and intelligent way. Good on you Liam, I for one believe him to be a great song writer who captures the essence of British life and he does so in style.

The guardian can get back to giving five stars to James Blunt and Hard-fi with there seemingly musically "educated" writers who clearly did not open their eyes for this album which will soon prove to be a significant step forward in British music,

The Mouth announce secret gig!

The Mouth, a euphoric London fivesome, sent me a message yesterday regarding a small secret show which is to happen on Saturday the 26th in North London.

After returning from a few tour dates with The Music the London boys have gained a bit of a cult following, including Tim Lovejoy who was at the Jersey Budd gig at the borderline a month back.

The band have mentioned to me that the set they will be playing is going to be longer than usual, so it appears that some musical treats may be in store! and if it goes anything like the Leeds show the British public will be leaving the "shit hole" pub wide mouthed and very happy!

Benjamin Wetherill - A gift from the PR company

Now here’s a test for you. Who remembers or even knows the Incredible String Band? No one? Well Mr Wetherill could very well be the distant relative of one of those hemp clad fiddle jousters.
This medieval montage trudges along like the hop-scotch of a woodland romp through the weeping willows and galloping hooves of chain mail doused knights of the round table. This shire anthem may have been contemporary during the reign of a king who had more than three wives and could quite easily order the be-heading of the local village thief, but despite this, it is completely fresh!
There are very few bands these days producing music of this 1400’s calibre, and the tweaking of a mandolin on b-side, “I would love to” makes the continuation of the holy grail narrative all that more confirmed. Wetherill has hardly taken a step forward in music, more like three thousand years back, but in the long term, it is a giant leap into the direction of diversity, which some may feel is lacking amongst the moan of a simple guitar band.

The Mouth - Wearing the Halo high

West London bred The Mouth walk on stage prior to The Music, and far away from home the five lads are obviously not faded as they burst into a colossal wall of euphoric noise that melts the creases of your face and smashes the cobwebs from your crevices.
“Salvation” can cramp up your muscles with its incendiary blast of sheer crunching noise. It reeks with an audio flame that can set fire to towns and cities with an echo of burning that hails no blemishes. Centre stage dances a front man whose juttery movements jive their way into an Ian Curtis type movement marathon with a voice to match that of the legendary Robert Harvey’s.
Fingers corrode on fret boards throughout “Nobody is born a hero” as this profound tune builds into a momentous peak of an organised chaos that holds its own as a poetic masterpiece. “I said Rome wasn’t built in a day” tones Mark until he begins to bellow at the top of his vocal velocity beneath an undercurrent of a drum fuelled hurricane.
Something like this is special. It is actually what the mind can comprehend as incredibly amazing. So much spleen corrupting carnage that rings through the cranium right down to the curled up toes which helplessly attempt to grip to the floor before each and every individual is blown into oblivion. The Mouth. The Future.