TooKoo’s demented Take Me Home is the best Franz Ferdinand rip-off I’ve ever heard, even pipping original inspiration Take Me Out for the screeching, slightly out of synch chorus.
And Praise Be! Listening to this album isn’t about passing an extra-curricular history exam; it’s about getting down, Stooges style. Laying down thy raincoat and grooving; as you surely will to A Trip Out, a song which boasts the most primal, most dumb-ass drumming outside of Ceremony.
Seavault’s take on Ultra Vivid Scene’s the Mercy Seat is near genius and Seabear’s version of Teenage Kicks is so ridiculously – but endearingly – inoffensive as to be almost beautiful.
And another thing… what is it with the lyrics on these Nordic records? They’re always so heartbreakingly jumbled and emotional…
Pluramon’s latest effort sounds pretty similar to the woozy anthems on Dreams Top Rock; scuzzy guitars wrestle and writhe and quiet breathless vocals attempt to cast spells on all who will listen.
Soon after the press conference breaks up for good. I find myself being politely (but quite surreally) handed a piece of cake by Holger Czukay.
I spot the widow of Michael Karoli pointing out his guitars to her children. “That’s dad’s guitar”… I wonder how she feels at all this.
Another beautiful folk release is Parallel Suns, brimful of soft, beguiling music, even though opener Have you Seen the Colours is a spit for the Quo’s Pictures of Matchstick Men at times.
The band just about stays the right side of pretentious by seeming to be utterly enthusiastic about anything and everything.
Luckily the music matches the anticipation; this is as good a set of alternative, stumbling blues-rock as you’re likely to hear this twelvemonth and there’s the added bonus of J Mascis drumming here and there.