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Various Artists
Rip Off Your Labels
Angular Recordings
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written by Paul M
May 23, 2004.
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I remember some chums from north of the river recounting a tale to me once about a night they had spent at a soiree (their word not mine) in New Cross. It appears that their dipping of melted marshmallows was interrupted by a frightful crashing noise as a fairly heavy object struck the window and landed with a thud outside. Upon closer inspection they discovered a discarded late night snack lying on the front yard. It was a half gnawed pig’s knuckle. Would sir like salt and vinegar with that? To many, living in suburbia or in their riverside loft conversions this is what South London, and South East London in particular, is all about. No class, apparently, you see. Well knobs to all that, because not only does South East London boast the plucky if ultimately potless cup finalists (Millwall) it has also bizarrely become this year’s music hotbed. So shut it, New York, Detroit and Camden. You slags. And anyone in any doubt need look no further than this compilation, another spiffing collection of (mainly) local talent, for evidence.
It’s an amazingly consistent album. No room for chaff here, with wheat spilling out all over the shop. Take the opener The Vichy Government. It’s like Ewan MacGregor spouting nonsense over Wordy Rappinghood but remixed for the Some Bizarre comp. “It’s just paving stones from here to Australia” claims Ewan over a squawking electro backing beat. Genius. Then there’s The Violets; punky new wave riffs topped off with vocals by someone who could easily be Kate Bush pretending to be Courtney Love. Or vice versa. And that’s good.
The Fucks are really cute little scamps, despite their naughty name, and sound like they got an old Casio keyboard for crimbo. And you know Franz Ferdinand? Well, the Long Blondes do too and make equally scrummy art rock with a tasty jarring rhythm. Then there’s Gifthorse who remember when Luke Haines was good, bloody good in fact, and do that wonderful tuneful dreamy Auteurs thing. And then there’s the, now to be expected, tip top face biffing, jaw dropping, excellence that is the Swear, Luxembourg and the Rocks. Alas and alack though, the only septic (as in septic tank, yank… do keep up) on the comp takes the prize for the best of a near perfect bunch. Elizabeth Harper’s Trouble in the Palace is golden era Smiths but with the addition of beautiful airy female vocals.
As the first comp went for over 90 quid on eBay recently and featured most of these bands do you really want to risk missing out on this one? Get to Angular Recordings and sort it out. You ‘eard.
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