The Enemy
In 2009's indieverse, few figures are more worthy of your time than Tom Clarke. Speaker of common sense and beacon of restraint in an industry that prides itself on futile debauchery, his deft touch on The Enemy¹s debut differentiated it from...
Live Review: The Enemy
Tom Clarke surveys the Northamptonshire town of Corby. More precisely, he surveys the chippy, Chinese takeaway, off-licence and the swelling crowd that’s gathering outside the Kingfisher pub. Said crowd is growing increasingly bewildered at the...
The Enemy
Tom Clarke may never find himself being linked to The Courteeners’ MySpace, but The Enemy’s trackie-top rock has touched a nerve with a generation who’ve grown up to find Johnny Rotten’s prophecy “Your future dream is a shopping...
The Enemy/The Wombats/ Lethal Bizzle; Newcastle...
Sunday “There was a knife fight between The Wombats and Bizzle at the aftershow in Cambridge that left four injured and Wombat mascot Cherub fatally de-stuffed.” “Lethal’s bottled it, fled back to Walthamstow, taking The Wombats’ van...
The Enemy
There will always be people who hate them, of course, because they shout and rage and do not affect a heroin-befogged pallor. This, though, is the moment that even the most steadfast of Enemy enemies is forced to admit that, yeah, OK, they have...
The Enemy: We'll Live And Die In These Towns
Speaking as a man whose previous profession was lugging six-foot Christmas trees around a Paisley garden centre with only a ridiculous green outfit to shield me from the pissing rain for eight hours a day, it’s safe to say that this writer’s...
The Enemy: Leadmill, Sheffield, Wednesday June 13
Fighting and fucking: the primeval ore of humanity. Those two things are why the monkeys learned to smash in the skulls of rival alpha males with bison bones. They’re why Troy fell and why centuries of religious conflicts have killed millions....
The Enemy
Guitars by Franz Ferdinand. Drums by The Who. Lip twitch by a teenage Weller. Mood by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Chorus by Abba. For such fresh-faced young tykes The Enemy are well versed in their rock influences – one can only assume they...
The Enemy/The Rumble Strips/New young Pony...
It is 1am, and the end of a messy, booze-sodden night. Underfoot, plastic glasses crunch, while in the pit a heavily sozzled girl attempts to light the wrong end of her fag. Onstage, The Enemy are seeing off the evening by soaking up the last of...
The Enemy
“Promotions ain’t my thing”, coughs Tom Clarke. “Name badges are not in-ter-es-ting”. Tom’s band, Coventry’s The Enemy, are the sort of McJob-hating yob rockers who like attending job interviews just so they can take a shit on the...
