Short, sharp shocks. That's what you need sometimes. Not necessarily like receiving a one-inch punch to the throat from a previously hidden ninja when you pop out to the shop to buy the paper, mind. But an experience or - in particular - noise that shakes you from a slumber or from lethargy, is super-duper for all sorts of reasons. Laziness infects even the most thrusting young soul, and it'd be a huge LIE to say that we don't all need a wake-up call now and again.

Today's New Band, Copy Write This, is the aural equivalent of someone pinching your nose when you're asleep, except pleasurable. Dubiously pun-tastic name aside, and whilst their songs are thin on the ground, the ones they do have are mental smelling salts. Pulling a title from the School of Bleeding Obvious Song Names, Twitching and Salivating is as rabid and jumpy as suggested, using all the build-up-and-drop tricks in the book to create a rumbling face-smasher of a tune. Thumping crudely yet delicately along, it'd be a stone-hearted person who wouldn't get drawn in to it's bombastic thrills.

Copy Write This' other song, Brain Food, samples an oft-visited source of vocal idiocy, everyone's favourite brain-dead mouth-breather, George W. Bush. On paper, this seems like a cheap and easy target - who hasn't heard a million jibes at Dubya by now - but the song is actually a nicely abrupt stapling-together of his most cretinous moments, with an equally nice pulsating grumbly bass-heavy carpet beneath it.

So, a great chance to hear a really new work-in-progress musician, whose early stuff turns out to be a blustering rampage through a cauldron of clanking noise. Great. Listen here and wake yourself up!

Labels: chunky, deranged, PUNS

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After the RIP-ROARING SUCCESS of the lazy comparisons undertaken whilst reviewing last Thursday's Band Of The Day, Monster Island, I took a long, deliberate ponder during the 25-minute 'Holocaust' brain-destroyer section at the end of the My Bloody Valentine gig on Saturday. Just before their mind-bogglingly loud replication of the sound of 20 jet planes all taking off at once, then crashing one by one into a volcano caused my soul to leak out of my ears, it occurred to me to continue this easy reviewing style for one week only, and brand it Glib Comparison Week. So expect this week's dazzlingly good array of new bands to be wholeheartedly sullied by an increasingly stupid method of review.

Moronic, bowel-looseningly-loud-noise-induced decisions aside, this week's first New Band Of The Day is really rather special. They're from London - but isn't everyone? - and are called William. Like James, The Smiths, and, er, The Johnsons out of Antony and the Johnsons, they're following in the noble tradition of having a band name that's also a person's name. It's a mystery as to which William they're named after, though I'd hazard a guess that it's more likely to be this one than the tabloid-friendly Prince. William, frankly, sound great, with punchy melodies and half-yelped, half-casually drawled lyrics. South of the Border is urgent and a bit weary at the same time, and Five Minute Wonder is even better, picking up pace as it rattles along, churning guitars not able to mask a lackadaisical cry of "I spend too much time on my own...You do too? Well, alright."

Their songs are a huge stride ahead of the mundane identikit rock that's polluting CD players worldwide at the moment. Listen to their great songs here, and catch them live in the next month - but only after you've been overwhelmed by the half-baked lump of lazy reviewing below:

TODAY'S GLIB COMPARISON: "A bit like the Pixies slowdancing suggestively with the White Stripes as Art Brut play non-po-faced Jam covers."

Labels: chunky, Glib comparisons week, yelping

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Gimmick, Schmimmick. This dinosaur-theme is a goer, I tell you. The eagle-eyed of you will sport that this is the third consecutive dino-related band in a row, and while some may accuse us here at A.N.B.A.D. of mild idiocy, it turns out that there is method behind this Bronto-Madness. (NB: See previous posts, below, for the previous excursion into Dino-sounds)

That's because the search for dino-bands - archeology, maybe - has unearthed yet another great band: Today's New Band, Dinosaur Pile-Up. Firstly, let's childishly focus again on how super the name is - anything that causes you to imagine a huge collision of freaking dinosaurs and the resulting pile-up is surely enough to make you as giddy as a 10 year old girl watching Hannah Montana - The 3D Movie.

Happily, Dinosaur Pile-up's music is great too. My Rock And Roll is a chunky, Pavement-y, Pixies-ish blast, singer Matt mumble-yelling "Since I was young, I always felt some sort of trouble." It seems that writing great rock songs is outside of this trouble-sphere, as rock 'n' roll is a tough thing to get right, but Dinosaur Pile-Up can do it, seemingly without effort. My Rock and Roll is a fantastic song from a great-sounding band, who don't seem to be slavishly following current musical trends. Fantastic - and apparently, unsigned. Crazy.

Check out their music at their Myspace page, here!

*No new band on Monday - it's a Bank Holiday! So we'll be sitting inside, sheltering from the rain, as usual.*

Labels: chunky, dinosaurs, unsigned

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