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Haven /The Crescent : London Camden Dingwalls
A tale of two very different bands...
Given the sonic innovation of near-neighbours Coral, their orthodox take on the Merseybeat sound is uninspired and lacks any mystery. Let's set the record straight now: The Crescent aren't the new La's - they're not even the new Cast.
Adopted Mancunians Haven on the other hand have the bit between their teeth from the outset. Although their debut album 'Between The Senses' was too-long, and suffered from sanitised overproduction, a month on the road has given them back the edge.
With the exception of an ill-advised acoustic run through 'Is This Bliss', it's obvious that Haven are rapidly growing into a band capable of being huge. Vocalist Gary Briggs looks frazzled but every inch a star - his voice remains angelic, without the kind of vocal acrobatics that might have turned people off in the past.
Havenhave found their feet, and are well on the way to discovering their soul. If the two combine to their full potential, the world could still be theirs.
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