on 2 March 2005
its hard to believe this band remain so unheard of. True, they were championed by the late John Peel, and they have something of a cult following in and around the UK, but still they seemingly never managed to export their sound to great effect. it doesn't seem to matter that their sound includes whisps of what generally passes for mainstream 2000 alternative. From punk provocateurs Sonic Youth, Talking Heads, Even the Smiths, a keen influence from that era is apparent, but don't let that take away from their undoubted and startling originality. From the anger fuelled sentiment that sreams through opener suds and soda, mixing two vocal tracks to create a paradoxical angry sentimantality, to the introspetive yearnings on hotel lounge, they display a range and keen grasp of their medium and direction. Instant Street mixes fifties style riffing with indie charged chord combos and heavenly vocals, and then the closing song Nothing really ends evokes images of a dark smoke filled bar in the brussels backstreets, sipping whiskey and conjuring regrets of lost romance. They're definitely a band for the more adventurous music fan, but if you fit that description then I'd be surprised should you be selling this cd second hand a week after purchase.