Some would call this alcoholism, but this is a serious problem beyond the scope of this review

So… back to my pint of whisky: first up, is a band that I’ve never heard before: Hour Hands, and I’m very pleasantly surprised.

PUBLIC SERVICE BROADCAST (FROM THE GOVERNMENT)

‘Postmodern personality disorder’, is a common affliction which affects an increasing number of bands. It is diagnosed when at least three of the following five features are present:

• Discordant, cacophonous or just plain wonky guitar work
• No consistent adoption of style or freeform genre hopping
• Band members looking a bit ‘idiosyncratic’; clothing or haircuts in an odd or elaborate style
• Lyrical weirdness (or straight lyrics with weird delivery)
• Mumbles, or an unassuming (sometimes non-existent or socially phobic) level of audience   interaction between songs

An inflatory saline injection to the ears, usually fixes most cases.

Be vigilant…

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To help the powers that be get back to sorting out the credit crunch; I’ll add to the public message by stating that; although this disorder is common, if a band is good enough - the personality disorder is transcended; becoming….‘Good band… er…syndrome’… .

..and Hour Hands are a very good band

…. Why?

Because they possess genuine charisma (particularly in the sultry, slightly menacing lead guitarist), lots of invention, soul, and the songs are very, very, good

Pavement; Kate Bush; Syd Barret; Bluesy harmonica….

….Ingredients that don’t work together on paper, but – (allegedly) like Heston Blumenthal’s bacon and egg ice cream – the whole is delectable -  and although I’ll never understand the fascination with singing in pretend accents - songs like Mood-swings and Hello from my Shell, are too darn dreamy and beautiful to criticise anyway…

Next up: Duke Raoul:

I should start the review unimaginatively by stating that Duke Raoul are also very, very, good. One of the best bands I’ve seen in donkeys; No, not in an actual donkey (that would be both cruel and brilliant) – but in a long time.

This is razor tight stuff, played with a clinical attention to detail, but also heart wrenching passion.

I really can’t compare them directly to anyone in particular, because the sound is fairly unique (and the pint of whisky that I started at the beginning of the review is half empty); however, the closest approximation I can reach, would be the recent, eponymous album by ‘The Week that Was’ - with added fire, melancholy, and recorded lucid dreams* - broadcast from a fuzzy, broken, black and white TV set, at close range….

The whole band perform, (and story-tell) convincingly and self assuredly - without trying too hard, and the chords are magically, triumphantly sad.

Songs like  ‘The Local News’ demonstrate that this band really could be playing on a bigger stage, possessing a duality that is perfectly designed for the stadium, and the small. The appeal is wide.

Great Stuff

www.myspace.com/hourhands

www.myspace.com/dukeraoul

*A dream recorder would be a great invention

This can be a good thing; sometimes a hastily recorded demo can skew the perception of a melody-seeking man such as me…

So, what was my naïve but intrepid mind greeted with?

Answer: A monolithic, noise-berg, occasionally melting to create bubbling little streams of gentle introspection. The metaphor is appalling, but the playing was much better; somewhere between Sigur-Ros and Johnny Greenwood’s less sane moments; transmitted by pylons.

There are no words, and no need for them, the sentiment is communicated through a form of subjective, musical vernacular. Lyrics would be unnecessary, ham-fisted and rude.

Being critical, perhaps a tad more variation would be welcome, much of the playing involved the thrashing of heavily effected/delayed guitars, and there was a ‘pinch’ too much self-importance at times, for my personal tastes.

However, I’ve since reversed the normal interaction of listen>gig and discovered that the recorded Kontakte are quite a different proposition, where the subtleties are more marked, and the louder moments more subtle. All in all. Pretty damn good.

www.myspace.com/kontakteuk