Like
the Strokes, only not total gash and from the North of
England.
From the off, this badboy reeks of everyone's favourite
cool New York cucumbers with its simple drum beat, plunky
down-strummed guitars and plunky down-strummed bass. Fortunately
for Fights (both the song and the band) they have a total
star of a vocalist, who gives their particular brand of
garage rock a unique twist. This twist is the fact that
this dude can sing, as in melody, and tunefulness. Perhaps
that which most distinguishes this song is its honesty,
and its refreshing lack of annoying indie irony that seems
to be a pre-requisite in so much British "rock" music.
Ultimately this sounds like it owes more to bands like
Led Zep than the Strokes, and is certainly an exercise
in music rather than style. Thank God.
It is by no means a classic, but in a time when the music
scene is full of smug posing thrift-chic retro tarts like
Jet, Razorlight and The Libertines it is
bands like Fights who provide some much needed evidence
that indie-rock can be more than just a fashion show.
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