The Concretes - The Concretes. This weeks album review - by Evo...
Hooray for The Concretes.
The band from Sweden who are just as interested in traffic congestion in their nativeland as touring the globe. Not that this is a politically motivated group spouting green views, instead this is one of their daytime jobs, making sure that buses, trams and cars (and of course people) don't get in each others way. Why mention jobs? Because "work is the new rock n roll".
Upon listening to this stunning album I would never have dreamed of saying "don't give up your day jobs", but this would be missing the point. They aren't giving up their jobs and apparently have no intention of doing so.
Architects, artists, dinner ladies (I've made the last one up) they will stay whilst touring Europa. They must have been giving good head to their respective bosses for such flexibility at work. Either that or they have gone off with stress, LTS, hoping colleagues won't see them at Glastonbury.
The singer looks like a mong but sounds like an angel in only the way that those cool bastard Scandos can (in the last few years my mate Phil was visited by a Scando who to had a touch of the absent mong stare but who to sounded angelic and could play a variety of instruments, but not Phil's cock, unfortunately she was a married Scando living in a student swamp on Breck Road).
'You Can't Hurry Love' is a classic single that prods all the right places. Glimpses of Nico but obviously less Germanic, touches of Mo Tucker but with a sweeter voice.
The music uplifting in the guise of certain Polyphonic Spree singles (can't remember which one. The Spree although decent are a bit samey) but slashed open with vocals more reminiscent of Broadcast on 'HAHA Sound'.
I have fell for this single and I am currently listening to the rest of the album. Nothing has yet had the grabbing impact of '...hurry love' but I have this feeling in my bell end that this album will grow and grow in my affection.
I'll update you how I'm doing with this album next week.