Coming up to Christmas Day and the lists. High up on the one of new artists I've chanced upon will be Newcastle's absurdist 'proto whatever you choose to label them' No Teeth.No Teeth's singer, guitarist, occasional trumpeter and general attention seeking Johnny Rotten impersonator Sam Spencer -Whitbread is my Rock & Roll mate who works in the record shop across the road from me..
He's a lovely and talented fellow. But I won't bother building him up further because he'll only get insufferably big headed, so let's move to Big Teeth and a recent single release.
It's cracking stuff. Yeah it sounds like The Fall. So much sounds like The Fall these days. They're a set text for virtually any set of young reprobates coming together to make insolent noise and celebrate and rage against what a mess the world is right now and all the things that are plainly wrong with so many people..
But I think there's more going on here. Such a fab tune. Snarling 60s Nuggets. The kind of twisted tune the Stones, Pretty Things, Yardbirds and virtually every gang in every no mark town across the American midwest were churning out with snotty fury in 1966. No Teeth have nothing but the deepest disdain for you and aevrything you represent amd are not scared to let you know. I'm sure they're very good to animals and with young children.
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