Labels: self released
Review by: Joe T
MP have been going now since around 1996, based in South West London this three-piece have been making people cry with laughter and/or anguish for almost ten years. I once read a review in Fracture that basically wanted them dead, another review in Artrocker said they were the shittest band on the planet. This is the sort of hate I can appreciate. To make people write these sort of things yet plough on regardless is the stuff of a stubborn division two midfield clogger, been around the block, due for a testimonial, tough as hell yet capable of outplaying a young scamp with a speed of thought second only to an in his prime Jan Molby. About a year ago they realised they were never going to sell any records. Now if you go to their site you just need to ask for them and they’ll send them to you.
Bass Camp is their latest bucket of spew, and it’s just as jerky as their other stuff. The lyrics are funny as hell/a bit touchy (“They call me Lee Van-Cliff but really I’m a spastic” is the opening line of the opening song). The music is err…well I’d say they probably listened to Alice Donut and No Means No when they were young but nowadays the voices in their heads have taken over. The guitar and bass snake around each other like a couple of well oiled up, amateur, probably UK based, porn stars. The vocals are spoken/sung by a man who has experienced the beauty of a frozen special brew breakfast, the drums are kept simple in that way only good drummers are capable of. This is a 5 track CD, with a video which I can’t get to work.
When they play live I laugh like a drain at the way it all only just manages to hold together, the self depreciating humour is something that has some people dismissing them as a joke, but not me. These guys are serious. I think they want to be the next Coldplay. Go to the MP site and get this EP and the album Baige as that is a work of pure genius, and not just because the songs are in alphabetical order.