Review by: Joe Callaghan
I believe I have fallen victim of an administrative error. What I’ve been sent is a CD, with one track on it. Within that track is nothing. It’s 5 minutes of silence. At first I was going to be a bit of a shit and review the silence, but I didn’t think that would be fair. We all make mistakes. So I went on their My Space, and listened to some tracks. So far, the silence has the upper hand. It’s quite an original feat in terms of recorded playback, in comparison to their actual record output. I mean, I’ve heard a gruff punk band for every meal I’ve ever eaten in my life, including the times when I would spew half-digested strained apples all over my Tonkas. Now that I’ve given you the basics, you could probably tell me who they cite as influences without even hearing a note. You’re probably tapping out the chorus with your foot as you read this. There’s some of your favourite major key chord changes too, such as G C D and D A G. Palm mutes. Octaves. Pick scrapes. Guitar jumps. The gang’s all here. There’s no Oi’s though. There should be. No one Oi’s anymore. An entire sub-genre was based around that vocal sound, and the turned-up-noses of the likes of Campaign are just letting it go to waste. Why did bands all start copying Hot Water Music and not Screeching Weasel anyway? I think everything would have turned out just fine if I was sat here talking about the most recent Screeching Weasel copyist. Everything bad in the world would be rid of. Unemployment, racists, Manchester City, tinned soup, Facebook. All gone. Just songs about heroin and girls. Fuck this.