Happy Mondays - Manchester Corbieres
HAPPY MONDAYS
THE WEEDS
Manchester Corbieres
"Hello," they said, "we're The Weeds from Los Angeles." But they're not, of course. They're from round here. The trio of Andrew (guitar and voice), Simon (drums) and Mikey (dreadlocks and bass) are just what you'd expect to find growing at the bottom of the garden, where the wild things are. Wild, though, in the domesticated sense, for they're not the sort to roll on the floor.
They play, fiendishly simply, a form of pretty, modestly unmodelled music. Their songs are branching out but not over-running the undergrowth of basic, wonderful chord changes. They seem impermanent but they take root remarkably easily.
Equally unfashionable and just as capable of sprouting freely through the cracks in anybody's crazy paving, any day of the week, are the disquieteningly-named Happy Mondays (can Mondays ever be so?). With perspiring, resounding frustration they thunder the sound of northern council estates.
A multitude of players and a multiplicity of hairstyles and a set that struggles and shifts somewhat at its opening, with 'Oasis', from the B-side of the Factory EP. They consist of a mixture that threatens not to gel - genteel guitar, thwacking bass, twiddly organ and mule-kick drumming - with under-mixed vocals. They call themselves pure-boys. They are cautious and careful not to be musically unstable for long.
It takes a little time for 'Delightful' to deliver with almost gospel-edged waspishness. The Mondays find their feet with a furious happiness.
Bob Dickinson
They play, fiendishly simply, a form of pretty, modestly unmodelled music. Their songs are branching out but not over-running the undergrowth of basic, wonderful chord changes. They seem impermanent but they take root remarkably easily.
Equally unfashionable and just as capable of sprouting freely through the cracks in anybody's crazy paving, any day of the week, are the disquieteningly-named Happy Mondays (can Mondays ever be so?). With perspiring, resounding frustration they thunder the sound of northern council estates.
A multitude of players and a multiplicity of hairstyles and a set that struggles and shifts somewhat at its opening, with 'Oasis', from the B-side of the Factory EP. They consist of a mixture that threatens not to gel - genteel guitar, thwacking bass, twiddly organ and mule-kick drumming - with under-mixed vocals. They call themselves pure-boys. They are cautious and careful not to be musically unstable for long.
It takes a little time for 'Delightful' to deliver with almost gospel-edged waspishness. The Mondays find their feet with a furious happiness.
Bob Dickinson
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