THE CRIBS – IGNORE THE
IGNORANT (WICHITA
Recently I received a
spam email from the Mean Fiddler Group updating me of how many more copies The
Cribs were selling of their fourth album than the near 50 year old Beatles
reissue albums. Way to beat up your rich
grandparents! However I’ll let that one
slide.
Instead I found myself
drawn to the quote/comment at the bottom from “Johnny Marr, fourth member of
The Cribs.” Yes, that Johnny Marr the
guy that had the whole music world by the balls with The Smiths
and then gave it away as, barring a few decent New Order-esqe songs with
Electronic, he has done absolutely nothing with his career since. You may say “what about Modest Mouse?” and I
may say “yeah rat fans.”
The incriminating
quote reads as: “The Cribs possess the brains of The Buzzcocks, the guts of Nirvana,
the fizz of the Ramones.” Firstly it is quite poor form to describe
your band’s album in the third person, as if you are reviewing it for the
Observer Music Monthly or something.
Worst however is the actual bands he is choosing to compare The Cribs to
and against. Johnny, we have heard the
record you know.
Ultimately the sad
reality is that the only times this band nudges my interest are the times that
they are sounding like S*M*A*S*H so in
essence what we kind of possess here is some kind of throwback to the NWONW scene it
would seem. I bet you had long since
thought you would never be seeing that term again.
This is the kind of
Brit indie that Americans fucking love.
This band stinks. It has no fangs, no claws, it sounds like
Shed Seven. I don’t get the point or
their intended purpose. The look doesn’t
reconcile with the sound but looking at the bowl haircuts that it possibly a
good thing.
Making a genuine
attempt to find something I like I must concede I do think the song title “We
Were Aborted” is funny. The initial
feedback and slow gestures in “City Of Bugs
Imagine Art Brut devoid of humour and original
ideas papering over the cracks with stupid Johnny Ramone haircuts that actually
just make them look like redundant monks.
Its not a good thing.
I once saw Ryan Jarman on the tube. I didn’t like it.
At the end of the day
I only bought this album because it was the limited The Roses Edition version
box set exclusively for Yorkshire, Lancashire and Portland, Oregon selling in Fopp for £5
offering the bonus of a live album (Live from The Ritz in Manchester)
and DVD (a Making Of documentary).
Despite the intended geography I bought it in Bloomsbury, London. Quite frankly this music couldn’t be more
discounted.
I guess I’m the
ignorant.
Thesaurus moment:
what.
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