Edible Flowers -
TERRORVISION- Cambridge Junction 11/04/05
Terrorvision were the first band I ever saw when I was a mere fifteen years of age. And judging by the crowd tonight, I'm not the only one who came to reminisce. But still, no-one here can really explain why they have seen this band so many times over the years. Except me. I can't help but adore them. Even after the hideous faux pas that was "Tequila" meant that I stopped paying attention to these four strapping young lads quicker than you can say "ooh-bop-bop-ba-doo-wop", the funniest thing regardless happened when they entered stage right. I got shivers down my spine. Trust me, this rarely happens but it was like seeing a ghost. From the goofy Yorkshireman charm of singer, Tony, to the wonderful party atmosphere created by what seemed like every favourite from their sing-a-long back catalogue, ("Oblivion", "Middleman", "My house", "Perseverance"- you name it, everyone clapped along and waved their jazz hands, even me), they hadn't changed a bit. And you wouldn't want them to. Because the world is a better place for bands like this, pure and simple rock/pop silliness that people dance like giddy fools to with the biggest grin on their mush. Good to have you back, boys. Don't leave it so long next time.
THE FINN BROTHERS- Edible Flowers
Does anyone remember the Mike Flowers Pops rendition of "Wonderwall"?
Yes? Then rejoice, because singer/ songwriter Steve Rinaldi is bringing
his uplifting kitch genius straight back to the naughties. Still, whilst
this is all well and good for the novelty appeal of a record which could
be easily sandwiched between "The Birdie Song" and "Agadoo"
at the office Christmas party, my goodness, I think he is actually trying
to be serious. Mind you, it seems to have worked; the senior music press
have hailed this as sophisticated and surreal Northern Soul. Which it
certainly is not. Claiming to be part of a mod revival, I can't see
anyone with an ounce of cool zooming down to Brighton on their shiny
Lambretta with this on their I-pod. At least, they might play it very
very quietly. Perhaps I might suggest so quietly that it can't be heard.
ALTERKICKS- Do everything I taught you
Alterkicks debut single release through Fierce Panda is not my cup of tea, I'm afraid. The jangly guitar indie rock offered by this quintet of scallys may be pleasant enough in a melodic yet bland kind of way but the world already has a Coldplay and a Radiohead and I, for one, accept no imitations. Seering guitars and strong vocals there may be but, distinctly lacking in the passion of my afore-mentioned heroes, what is essentially this lot's legacy is a masterclass in all-too-predictable songwriting. I don't care how many times I say it: there are too many bands on this wagon already. Do everything I taught you? Yes, Alterkicks have and tenfold. And that's why Daniel Bedingfield kept you out of the charts, lads.
The title track on this could quite happily sit comfortably on a shelf
between Ministry of Sound's Karma Collection and something by Afro Celt
Sound System. Because, for new-age-world-roots fusion, this Hertfordshire
quartet cannot be beat. Here to bring an international spiritual edge
to the music world, one member hails from Brazil, one from Hungary and
their female singer not only sounds summit like the seductive Susheela
Raman, but she was also a session percussionist for William Orbit and
Loop Guru, explaining why the title track has a definite chill-out element,
perfectly complemented by a yearning ethnicity in the vocals. And it
is with this multi-cultural approach that they have a lot of potential.
I certainly prefer it to the remaining two tracks, which spiral into
a kind of pretend-rock messiness, sounding much less accomplished and
leaving me, for one, wondering what they are playing at here when they
have so obviously found their sound on the first song. Making my advice
to Sandira to simply stick to what they're good at. After all, there's
really nothing to gain through upsetting the happy dancing hippies (and
me) who will become loyal followers if they do.