OCTOBER ALL OVER
OCTOBER ALL OVER- 2005 BC
Phew. And a little bit of hotheaded panting. This band should have their own cheerleading squad. Recorded on a planet where girls have balls, just a few miles from London, here we have another four-piece championed by dear ole Johnny Peel (I wonder how he would have fared with a pair of pom-poms and some high kick action?), but one whose obvious energy and sheer hunger for the limelight ensure they steal it every time with tunes like this. Either you're in or you're out; OAO make it clear that they don't have time for hangers-on and it is important that you bear this in mind, because these are three tracks that don't make sense to the average ear. Imagine the unapologetic noise of early Nirvana and any DIY/ riot grrl band you care to think of, with the passion and perspiration of Jetplane Landing or Pretty Girls Make Graves, and that might give you a taste for the dirty, chugging and slightly scary but slightly thrilling ride awaiting the unsuspecting listener. Except this is one rollercoaster that won't make you throw up. Well, maybe only a little bit.
This was released on 10th October 2005 through Integrity Records, which was only Monday just gone so go forth and rock.
FORMER CELL MATES: Hustle
This is a band that has made it their aim to put some soul into rock
and roll and some spunk into cow punk. Whatever that is. Perhaps I'm
missing out on something. Or perhaps not. Claiming to be original yet
familiar, an interesting mix, I'm sure you'll agree, and one I would
like to hear an explanation on how it can exist, this Geordie trio have
often been compared to Thin Lizzy and Motorhead. Except I don't know
who by. In short, this is relatively samey rock and roll by today's
carbon copies of those who have lived it, including ex-members of Leatherface
and The Golden Virgins, with tracks such as the unlikely titled "Inhaler"
mostly epitomizing the big-breasted blonde bimbo-ness that sums up everything
I tend to avoid in music. And, although I'll give it to them that they
give it some welly in the pogo-licious "Sonic Stamp", I was
really only convinced to keep the CD due to the sweet testament to how
well these guys can actually play that is "Sparkle". Apart
from that, I still wouldn't like to be locked in for the night with
this lot howling to the moon in the next room. But you might.
RachelAPP: Burstin' EP
I'm sure this debut EP was fun to make. And I would love nothing more than to write a bit about its highlights. Sadly, there were none. In fact, the most excitement I got from it was when I at first mistook it for a "Teach-Yourself-Swahili" CD I recently won on Ebay. This is because I have no idea what RachelAPP is on about. Prior to listening, I even tried drinking several generous helpings of Sambuca, including inhalation of fumes through paper towel when set alight, in hope that this would help in translation. It did not. It merely led to further questions: "was Miss APP 'burstin'' for the sanctuary of a toilet when recording, hence restricting the power of speech?" An example of just one.
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