The Kooks – ‘Junk Of The Heart’
Most people still regard The Kooks as a kind of shrink-wrapped Libertines for pre-teens: The Libertweenies, if you will. This is harsh, especially when you consider even Johnny bloody Borrell was accusing them of being shameless careerists....
The Kooks
There’s this great game we play sometimes down the pub on a Thursday, after we’ve dotted the i’s on the Tracks page and legalled Peter Robinson Vs for another week. It’s called Who’s In Your Triptych Of Evil? and basically involves each...
The Kooks: Central Station, Wrexham. Tuesday...
Welcoming back The Kooks, the first thing that strikes you is what a motley crew they are. ‘Boyband indie’? Pah. They are not merely the band that fashion overlooked: they’re the band that fashion would probably leave in a hot car with all...
The Kooks: Spanish Hall, Winter Gardens,...
Let’s get this straight – the British seaside is a grim place. Not for us warm, undulating turquoise seas and sun-kissed sandy beaches littered with bronzed beauties topping up their tans. Instead we get condoms and tampons washed up onshore,...
The Kooks: Wulfrun Hall, Wolverhampton,...
So this busker wanders onstage in a grandad vest, great-grandad cardie and a straw hat that looks like it’s just been dredged out of a canal where it was home to a nesting family of mallards, strums a couple of chords of a throwaway acoustic...
The Kooks: Islington Bar Academy, London, Thurs...
Sometimes there’s nothing quite as good as a perfectly-formed pop song. A singalong chorus can be all it takes to pull you out of the doldrums of everyday existence and into a blissful world in which all reality TV stars are shot and in which...
