San Francisco's finest C-86 copycats are on their way to Newcastle soon. If I'm still here I'll go out and see them. I'm not sure of my immediate plans. But what they do , although it is bizarre in some respects, appeals to me and I'm happy to endorse their narrative.
Second album Fairweather Friends continues pretty much from where their eponymous debut left off. Sure it's 2024 out there. But in The Umbrellas heads it's forever 1986, Creation Records are on the rise. We're in Dingwall's in Camden. Ooh look, there's Bobby Gillespie plotting in the corner with Alan MacGee as usual and Umbrellas are about to shuffle onstage to a nonchalant response from the too cool for school original Indie kids. Fourth on the bill to Felt.
What a day for a daydream. One thing you have to say for Umbrellas is they've done their homework. This is a an immaculate replication of a long gone scene and sensibility. They're note perfect replications of The Pastels, 14 Iced Bears, Razorcuts and that whole sensibility.
It's all something of a wonder to behold. There's not a hair grip, ankle sick or skirt pleat out of place. Edwyn passes the baton to Morrissey on the bend and Steven sprints off towards the tape. They don't miss a beat or a trick for ten songs and coming on to 35 minutes. I find myself wondering why perhaps but you can't fault their intent or application.
No comments:
Post a Comment