There's
not a month goes past that I don't take issue with someone who claims
that there is no good music out there any more.
Of course
there is.
In fact
there's so much of it I can't keep up.
What
people really mean to say is 'I expect there is no good music out
there any more as I stopped listening a decade ago, and therefore
can't express a valid opinion on the matter, but I'm going to anyway
as talking about things we know fuck all about is the modern day
affliction that I am most comfortable with'.
Sadly
those who proclaim that utter balderdash (I'm going to use balderdash
more to try and wean myself off from saying utter shite in a thick
Scots dialects) are the same ones who will refuse to take a
recommendation from you as they feel it's always better to live in
ignorance than accept being wrong.
So my
thrusting The Computers in their face – in an obviously none sexual
way – isn't going to change their world, but in the words of the
big man in the vest 'frankly my dear, I don't give a damn' as last
night I seen my latest and bestest favourite new band.
All hail
The Computers.
These are
the guys who show up all those people who sit at bars saying that the
supports are never any good ,and never worth levering their fat
backsides off a barstool for, as barefaced liars whose opinions are
worth as much as Lib Dem election promise (Yep. I'm not forgetting
that one).
Opening
for the equally fabulous Rocket From The Crypt they got it going on
early.
With a
firm understanding of why rock and roll always need a little bit of
soul attached they plundered the back history of music with a great
deal of swaggering panache.
If there
is any band right now who could give the Jim Jones Revue a run for
their money then it is these guys, and as a fan of Jimmy boy that's
not an opinion lightly aired.
There's
no holding back from them, and while some people have the chops to
deliver a solid show musicianship wise, but fall short in providing a
bit of showmanship, you couldn't accuse this band of slacking on
either.
From the
stage to stomping across the bar to climbing up to meet and greet
those at the back of the venue it would be hard to consider that
anyone who was there was not impressed.
Studied
indifference for the audience isn't their bag.
It's
instead one big fucked up take on a fifties hop, but only where the
punch bow has been laced with enough amphetamines to cure a
narcoleptic.
When
James Brown* said that he wasn't comfortable with being named the
hardest working man in rock n roll and to find someone else to carry
the torch for him I doubt he considered that it would be a bunch of
delinquents from Exeter, but there you have it.
The torch
is in safe hands.
This is
exactly the sort of band who deserve their very own review rather
than being tagged onto that of the headlining act.
The
Computers....I bow to your magnificence.
*James
Brown didn't say that and I made it up.
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