I always liked The Lovely Eggs. I mean who could fail to love their quirky pop tunes that they first appeared with. But after getting my mitts on ‘Cob Dominos’ I’ve gotta say the band have hit another level this time around and I think I love them just a little bit more now. Yes they are still as daft as fuck. Yes this record darts around like a hyperactive kid with a penchant for ODing on e number additives. But with songs like ‘Watermelons’, ‘Don’t Look At Me (I Don’t Like It)’ and ‘Fuck It’ the band made their mad cap off beat pop even better. This album is littered with pop hooks, noise wig outs and surreal lyrical turns. Out now on Cherryade, I am sure this record is gonna notch a lot of plays this year. The Lovely Eggs, not only are they lovely, they’re pretty fucking amazing too.
Here’s the video for lead single ‘Don’t Look At Me (I Don’t Like It)’
Ok. I am a little late on the uptake with Ste McCabe. I’d heard the odd song previously on a Cherryade Records compilation. But I hadn’t really taken notice. It took a performance at Indietracks last weekend to make me sit up and go woah, what the fuck is this. His whole set at the festival, in a Church, no less – was an explosion of joy. The song that was stuck in my head all day afterwards was the beatbox fuzz punk of ‘Huyton Scum’ – the tale of a thick chav and his prejudices. With a visceral sneer this is the sound of an angry gay pop motor mouth, Ste McCabe. Immediately after his indietracks set I picked up his CD. I’ve hardly paused for breath since. This CD is white hot with over playing during the past few days. Soundwise this is all about retro beatboxes, fuzzy angry guitars and a batch of killer tunes. This is political. This is anger. This is fucking brilliant.
‘Hate Mail’ came out in 2008 on Cherryade Records. It’s a 11 songs long. It’s some of the freshest, most exciting pop music I have heard in ages. Gay stereotypes are taken to pieces on ‘Queer Clubbing’ and ‘Four Puffs And A Shotgun’. The Soft Cell classic ‘Bedsitter’ is given a fuzzy makeover. This is just the sort of snotty guitar pop that we need right now.