Live Review: The Cribs
Peep Show’s Super Hans once asserted that “We’re backstage – someone’s got to suck someone off”. Well, tonight we’re at a Cribs gig – someone’s got to pass out. Usually it’s Ryan Jarman during his shoeless crowd-dive. Tonight,...
Album review: The Cribs - 'Ignore The Ignorant'
Say what you like about The Cribs (they look like their mum cut their hair, that bleeding-all-the-time thing was a bit gross, the phrase ‘ethical indie’ was the most ideologically flawed utterance of 2007), but you have to admit they’ve...
The Cribs
As ‘Another Number’ clatters to its climax, Gary Jarman licks his lips and declares, “We wrote that 10 years ago in a shithole in Wakefield.” “It’s a bit of an exaggeration,” his twin, Ryan, adds. “But it sounds good: it’s been a...
The Cribs
Probably a rare moment in a Cribs show, you can more or less guarantee this is three or so minutes in which you won’t get the foot of one of the Jarman brothers in your face. ‘I’m A Realist’, you see, is something of an interlude in the...
The Cribs; Brudenell Social Club, Leeds,...
The Beatles had the Cavern, Ramones had CBGB. Everyone has a space that defines their sound and The Cribs have the Brudenell Social Club. Once you make it past the jaunty welcome signs under the arches, the Brudenell comprises a genuine, weathered...
The Cribs
There were a few rock stars that were, in the words of Liam Gallagher, totally fookin’ ’avin’ it in 2007. Frank Carter was obviously one, Beth Ditto another, and Ryan Jarman was the man doing it for the homegrown indie set, as The Cribs...
The Cribs
There’s a feeling that as The Cribs lay down the gauntlet to their careerist contemporaries, the only response they’ll get is, “Er, no, we want to get off with teenagers and hang out with Lindsay Lohan.” Well, screw generation Razorfuck,...
The Cribs
It’s no secret that most of the NME office kind of like The Cribs. And when we say “kind of like”, we may mean that some staffers might have been spotted in Snappy Snaps ordering scatter cushions with the band’s mug shots adorning them. Or...
The Cribs: Men’s Needs, Women’s Needs,...
The Cribs should, according to 99 per cent of the NME office, their crazily loyal fanbase and Forseti the Norse god of justice, be absolutely stonking massive by now. They should be playing residencies at Red Rocks Amphitheatre, gracing every...
The Cribs
Great pop: what is it? A song that hijacks your life for three minutes, skewers some conflict buried deep in your subconscious then vanishes, leaving you limp and delirious? Welcome to ‘Men’s Needs’. The first offering from the Wakefield...
