the danger of standing on the shoulder of giants is that you have a long way further to fall.
If you’ve only just learned how to read you might not know that Tailgunner are fronted by Oasis producer Mark Coyle and feature the clever one from Manchester’s finest soap opera-cum-pop group on drums. Their debut LP is long, slow and deadly – if you hear a more dreary apology for a rock’n’roll record this year you can consider yourself desperately unlucky.
With a gun to your head you might concede the instrumental ‘Slower And Slow’ bears a mild resemblance to early Arab Strap or that ‘How Do You Feel’ isn’t really that awful, but the limp, sub-Funkadelic effluent that lies elsewhere is irredeemably poor.
Coyle’s voice makes Ian Broudie’s sound charismatic, Gallagher makes former Oasis drummer Tony McCarroll sound like Buddy Rich and rather than being a zonked-out rock record, ‘Tailgunner’ sounds like a bunch of D-grade stoners living out their Neil Young fantasies in some airless Moss Side shooting range.
“The devil’s called cocaine/ Flying through my brain”, sings Coyle on ‘Crazy Horse’ – it’s about as near as he gets to a memorable line on the entire album.
Coyle’s unique tragedy is that, thanks to his drummer’s day job, a record that should have been quietly left to die in the bargain bins is now going to be pored over and ridiculed by a large number of people. As Coyle will be learning to his cost, the danger of standing on the shoulder of giants is that you have a long way further to fall.