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The Frenchmen
Sorry We Ruined Your Party
Clairecords
Article
written by Chris G
Aug 9, 2004.
I woke in a fuzzy haze the other Saturday and grappled at the remote control from my bed, on came the face of some amiable kids presenter and then on crept Busted. One wore a Sonic Youth t-shirt, another had a ‘God save the queen’ sticker on his guitar. I turned over and slept some more.
In these days where alternative culture is ransacked by stylists hungry to apply some credibility to their latest mannequins, when a good quote is worth more than a good song and looks are so much more important than actual art, where do you turn? If only there was an enthusiastic little indie band to call your own and cherish.
The Frenchman are that band, like Belle and Sebastian on a caffeine overdose they are the hyper indie puppies who will charge at you and try to tumble you over. The music is punk with a very sweet dose of sugar; it’s enough to nod your head to but not enough to mosh to. You might compare them to the likes of The Razorcuts, while their naive lyrics evoke worry free happiness, ‘a swimming pool is rather cool’, and melancholy thought which never strays too deeply, ‘I wish for the same thing every night’.
So, yes, in the summer of 2004 you can sleep assured that when you awake The Frenchman won’t be whored out and splayed across some innocent hairless chest and they’ll always be yours. Fantastically adorable stuff.