Reading Club Tropicana
'Beautiful Day', could be the soundtrack for [I]Titanic 2[/I] in which they raise the sunken ship and launch it off to Neptune with an undead Royal Philharmonic for a crew...More on
The statement boomerangs from his mouth, spins twice around his head and smacks him square between the eyes. DUH! 1998! Of course! Why didn't he realise it before?!? Nurse! The string section suppository! Quickly! Before Matron McGee finds out!
At this very moment 3 Colours Red hit punk puberty. They start stomping about while wearing [I]Velvet Goldmine[/I]'s glitter budget. They seriously consider scratching 'MARILYN MANSON' into their arms with a compass as a statement of their whirlwind sexualities. They cease to be the lava-spewing speedfreak anti-Gomez of old and start playing shouty glam-metal stonkers like new single 'Paralyse' or 'Paranoid People'. And 'Beautiful Day', which could soundtrack the version of [I]Titanic 2[/I] in which they raise the sunken ship and launch it off to Neptune with an undead Royal Philharmonic for a crew.
Maturity of sorts, yes, but not without its nods to 3CR's brutal youth. They still storm through grit-gargling pop tunes like 'This Is My Hollywood' and 'Sixty Mile Smile', still make 'Copper Girl' sound like they nicked it wholesale from a [I]Miami Vice[/I] bar band in 1986. They still spit their music at us alright, but these days they hawk it with a certain grace.
As for the Phantom Phlegm Flinger down the front, as 'Nerve Gas' splashes down in a nailgun strike of primal poonk splinters, the two guitarists spring into action, as Chris McCormack spits a stream of water into his face and Ben Harding sends a hefty boot up his, ahem, 'booty'. Yes, for the first time in recorded history a kick-ass rock band actually bothers to kick some real-life ass. The moral: gob by all means, but for Christ's sake, show us magic while you're at it.
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