Five songs on myspace
The music scene at the minute is in a sad state of affairs.. However, in the midst of all this tight jeaned, Peaches Geldof loving hysteria, there lies a tiny glimpse of hope in the shape of four undiscovered boys from Middlesbrough. The Master Colony may not have entered the big leagues but the potential is there. Whilst they may give off a certain Gallagheresque vibe and sport haircuts that that ponse Weller would be proud of, there’s certain integrity to their music. You get the impression that despite the blatant influence of Mod and Madchester, this music is still their own. There’s no desperation to emulate, more an inherent need to pay homage to their musical inspiration.
As with every great band, the leader is apparent. As he struts around, playing the charismatic front man and belting out the surprisingly intelligent lyrics, Sheerin seems much older and more experienced than his age should allow. His band members all fulfil their individual roles perfectly. Bassist Lewi Mondall nonchalantly wanders around looking every inch the effortlessly cool style god, whilst guitarist Joe dons Thunderbird chic providing the ‘one your mother would like’ effect. Adrian Neal, banished behind the safety barrier of a drum kit, bashes away, apparently unaware that this is a performance, turning up in what I’m lead to believe is his usual attire of Bermuda shorts. Perhaps he’s sensitive to global warming and I suppose it is warm for November.
The songs are an eclectic mix, from a definite bluesy feel, to country, mainly focusing on good old fashioned British guitar rock that I find myself craving in a sea of keyboard and tinny electronic sounding bands ponsing aroung in face paint masquerading as artistic. (Even Bowie struggled to pull that one off!) Whilst it may not be revolutionary but it’s good. After all, aren’t all the best fashions recycled?
Despite the honest influence, it feels new. Sheerin’s lyrics are at times, outstanding and his view on life makes even the mundane interesting. It’s difficult to tell exactly what is different about these boys but there’s definitely something. Maybe it’s that they don’t claim to be some new revolutionary genre that nobody’s ever heard of and rightly so. Britain should be proud of its musical heritage. We are not a country that can relate to gangster rap, contrary to beliefs of people from ‘the block’ (Yes Cheltenham is full of ‘Ho’s’ so I hear), nor are we a nation of vaguely angry soft rockers. We are nation that is quite frankly, a bit dull. We like tea, and chips and watching light entertainment on a Saturday night so shouldn’t our songs say that!? If someone can sing about all that crap and still hold my attention by backing it with some damn good melodies, well then that should be applauded and upheld as the talent of this nation because I can guarantee that every teenager in the land will see themselves in those lyrics, and every adult will remember just how crap, painful and exciting being a British teenager was.
Not since the likes of Kelly Jones had Britain had so much song writing talent. So if you want the anthem for your youth, or just to listen to genuine, un-compromised brilliance, then you should check out The Master Colony.