JJ72 : I To Sky
Well, you wouldn't bung a mirrorball in the Sistine Chapel, would you? In January 2001 JJ72 munched a poisoned apple and went to sleep in a safe Stereophonics world where he who wailed most histrionically was king and Coldplay were cold hard...
JJ72 : Formulae
JJ72 Formulae (Lakota Records) Shame Mark Greaney sounds like a chipmunk, otherwise listening to JJ72 would be a pure, mirthless pleasure. As it is, though, the effort taken to repress an irreverent smirk (and check to ensure the CD...
JJ72 : London Camden Barfly
Something bizarre has happened to JJ72 in their year away. Not to drummer Fergal - he still looks like he's run away from the army. Nor to bassist Hilary, whose face remains frozen in the look of a 14-year-old struggling to answer an impossible...
JJ72: Osaka Club Quattro
Brutally efficient and emotionally repressed, JJ72 take the stage and the audience on their terms. No razor is sharp enough to trim any fat off this show. Hardly two words of thanks pass Mark Greaney's taught lips. Hilary Woods once or twice...
JJ72 : Snow
"Why won't it snow, like they said it would?" snarls Mark Greaney, the veteran of 18 winters of discontent. What tricks these weather forecasters play, promising afternoons of snowman building. And then, nothing. Maybe a slight ground frost, just...
London WC2 ULU
As that unmistakable falsetto flutters, you have to conclude that, although Mark Greaney frequently sings like he doesn't own any personally, JJ72 have got some balls. This tour has already seen gigs upgraded and dates added to accommodate the...
Oxygen
JJ72 Oxygen (Lakota) Like the Open University on BBC2 on Saturday mornings, domestic alternative guitar music is in extreme danger of taking itself far too seriously. I mean, come on Auntie Beeb , where's the cartoons?...
London Camden Dingwalls
Scrawny effects-pedal disciple Mark Greaney may not have been to Mass for a long while, but it looks like he's found a surrogate activity. We are gathered tonight to commune with the unholy/holy serrations of the fastest-rising Irish three-piece...
London W1 100 Club
Speaking is tricky, moving nearly impossible. The crowd gathered under Oxford Street gape silently, sweat pouring down every face and glistening in the dark. In fact, it's so damn hot in here the band is the last thing on everyone's mind. It's a...
London Camden Falcon
It's a veritable roar, a sprawling sonic wave tearing through the room. It's the black metallic heart of Brum quartet Twist 's sound, and it's a fearsome thing indeed. Yes, Twist sound like Hole if they were still the nasty, sludgebound...
