Talented friends
18 May 2006. Inspired by those magnificent men and their creative machines.
I present you with two of the fine talents it is my honour to call friends, neither of whom is getting the full appreciation they deserve. Make a wrong a right informing yourself thus:
"The needle hits the groove and Warrior Charge - just about the finest tune Forde’s day-job band Aswad ever created - slams out of the speakers like a train. The place goes into one and Brinsley pours out all his frustration and anger with his girl, his family and friends, the police, the Nazis, the government, the DHSS, with the whole damn Babylon shit-stem, into an indignant, defiant, rabble-rousing toast. ‘Ital Lion say we can’t take no more of that,’ he proclaims, even as the pigs are sledge-hammering their way into the club. If one man could chant down Babylon, we would’ve needed hardhats."
Firstly, Sean Smith's monthly Hip Replacement, a fine obscure music column that shows up Nick Hornby for the mainstream charlatan he is.
And then there's Timber, the fine group who gave me my hat in the middle of a gig, on my birthday no less. Talented in the way that the Mirny diamond mine is big, they've just finished their first demo. It's soulful, Turin Brakes, Radioheady stuff, and really very good. Download the MP3s below, have a listen, and pass on to your local favourite A&R man. If they don't get as successful as they deserve, I'm going to get cross.
Track One - Clattering
Track Two - Finish Me
Track Three - We Don't Care
Track Four - Sing for Denial