Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
London Kentish Town Bull & Gate
Nothing that's happened here tonight makes much sense.
It's another Fierce Panda night all right - marking the release of the 'Cutting Hedge' double vinyl EP - and Braintree's Jellicoe have brought all their mates with them. Jellicoe are three immaculately styled post-grunge kidz with a whole schooner full of great big noisy Placebo-esque songs and nil angst whatsoever. Good attitude.
Stingray, on the other hand, are very serious and po-faced young people indeed. They bring news of doooom and they express it through repeating "I think to myself" again and again over clumsily articulated guitar sludge. It's good to take music seriously, but come on... Radiohead do misery with glockenspiels, for fuck's sake. This forced gravitas is just dour.
So hurrah, then, for Pachinos! They're from Lancashire and what they do is they wear suits and play gloriously out-of-control punked-up greased-down rawk pop songs that skedaddle around the room and make you grin so much your face hurts. Like a sort of dandified Yo-Yo's, and a Very Good Thing.
Tenner aren't actually on 'Cutting Hedge', but we can waive that detail 'cos they're ace. They sound as if they should smell of bike oil and aftershave, but not in a bad way. Their link with Fierce Panda is that 'Where Do You Come From?' is coming out on the label soon, and tonight they turn it into a massive sprawl of confusion and joy and fuck knows what else.
Nothing that's happened here tonight makes much sense. With Fierce Panda, though, that's normally the whole glorious point.
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