Murry The Hump : Silver Suit/Booze And Cigarettes
This, make no mistake, is The Proper Indie; winsome, charmsome, delicate, funny and toe-tappin' Trebor fizz-pop Fab...
Welsh. Bugled by [a]Blur[/a] as The Best New Band In Britain. Have a “live favourite” called ‘Kebab Or Shag?’. This, make no mistake, is The Proper Indie; winsome, charmsome, delicate, funny and toe-tappin’ Trebor fizz-pop Fab. Dad.[I] “Put on your shoes”[/I], lilts the man called Matt on the jingle-fresh ‘Silver Suit’,[I] “do something new, you wear your Sunday best and I’ll wear mine too…”[/I] and all the springtime bluebells o’er indie-rock’s dwindling pastures do the synchronised leaf-quake to pornographically perky trumpets. Sublime. [I]”Booze and cigarettes”[/I], he continues on the lovelorn, oh yes, ‘Booze And Cigarettes’, [I]”go together like you and me do in sunny weather”[/I]. Blub. No, really. Furthermore, he implores, [I]”You fill my spleen with nicotine!”[/I] and that’s the kinda talk that can turn a girl’s head. Arab Strap, then, if they lived on a rainbow. Or Radiohead, if they were a comedy band (which, as we know, is only a matter of time).