The Streets, The Libertines, Junior Senior and more...
It’s a world gone mad where not just The Strokes but also The Streets have new material up their sleeves. Unfortunately, unlike The Strokes, Mike Skinner’s is pretty lacklustre. Where his wide-boy charisma was once a welcome relief from faux-ghetto bluster and art-school drop-out mumblings, a year and a half down the line he may have new songs but he’s still without any new gags.
So, Pete Doherty doesn’t make it and the credits go up on one of the most exciting, real and tragic rock operas of recent years. Carl, plus the remaining and recently acquired Libs, roll out an admirable performance that is both determined and strong but which inevitably lacks the shambolic electricity of past. Meanwhile, we’re still holding out for the sequel, where Pete checks into rehab before emerging in a blaze of Robbie Williams style ‘Fuck You all, Y’all’ glory.
Senior’s still large, bouncy and gay, while Junior’s still little, cute and straight. And despite a garnishing of new numbers, ‘Move Your Feet’ is still Junior Senior’s best song. Sometimes it’s good to have the odd thing you can depend on in life.
“What’s up muthafuckers?” queries Cave In mainman, Stephen Brodsky. Well let’s see now, umm, you terrible cunts have just arrived for starters. Still, what they lack in passion, tunes, subtlety and humour, they more than make up for with a guitarist who can growl like a little piglet being tortured in hell.
Wandering on with grey-stained eyes and with strange muttering noises emanating from his self, Sleepy Jackson’s Luke Steele looks like he had a heavy one last night. While someone should tell him that pulling out a knife and fork and attempting to breakfast on the strings of his guitars isn’t going to help his hangover, those sweet lullaby coos and innocent psychedelic noodlings will – on the other hand – go down a treat.