Artist: The Tunics
Title: Dabbler's Handbook
Label: Manta Ray
Genre: Rock
Bitrate: 202kbit av.
Time: 00:46:08
Size: 70.59 mb
Rip Date: 2011-02-15
Str Date: 2011-03-28

01. Berlin 3:32
02. Help Is On Its Way 3:27
03. I'm Broke You're Boared 3:31
04. Stolen Hearts 3:19
05. Radio 3:55
06. Low 3:25
07. Interlude 1:05
08. Slaves Ride On These Waves 4:22
09. You Already Knew 4:42
10. Shadows 3:34
11. Wit & Acid Tongue 2:57
12. A Moment Of Clarity 2:48
13. Dear God 5:31

Release Notes:

There has been quite a lot of talk recently about the Return of the
Band, and certainly there are significant new ones and that's not an
artistic judgment, just a prediction about their impending commercial
fortunes most notably Brother, Mona and the Vaccines. But it's hardly
the case that there's been a band drought these past few years.
Remember the Strokes and the White Stripes? The Libertines? Franz
Ferdinand? Arctic Monkeys? Yes, there has been a preponderance of soul
girls and synth duos, and in terms of the focus of the music press a
lot of attention has gone on urban and grime acts, on musicians who
broadly speaking fit more in the electronic(a) category than the
indie-guitar one. But does the balance need redressing that urgently?

The Tunics like Mona, the Vaccines and Brother believe so. "GUITAR
BANDS ARE BACK!" proclaims their press release, bemoaning the fact that
2010 has apparently been "dominated by synths and sampling", adding
that 2011 will be "the year the guitar bands come back fighting to
reclaim the land the synths stole momentarily".

Meanwhile, their frontman Joe Costello has vowed to play his part in
this battle for musical justice, his intention being to bring back
"good old guitar songs", declaring: "Not to be too overblown about the
whole thing but we're ready for a proper fucking guitar band with
actual songs. I think that's what the world needs." Wonder what he'll
come up with when he does say something overblown?

If nothing else, the Tunics and Brother have signalled the return of
indie bigmouths who talk themselves up something rotten in interviews.
Costello, like Brother's Lee Newell, is prone to making the sort of
swaggering sun-shines-out-of-our-behinds/we-are-the-resurrection
statements not heard since the heydays of Ian Brown and Liam Gallagher.

Question is, does the music back up the chat? Well, it does if trad
indie and the Tunics are proudly upholding trad indie values is
your bag. Costello was 16 when he was inspired to form a band called
the Tunics after learning that his all-time hero Pete Doherty used to
wear them a lot. You can learn a lot about Costello and his outfit from
this misplaced deification of junkie buffoon Doherty and his merry band
of overrated minstrels because that's who the Tunics' punky skiffle
most resembles. There are nods to other groups the "shee-iii-ne" in
their song Shine On is vowel-stretching in Liam's league while You
Already Knew is Oasis-ish bluster.

Some of the time they sound like a great band doing an impression of a
terrible one on Berlin they make us think of Magazine ripping their
way through a Cast song. It's not all mediocre jingle-jangle: on
occasions Costello employs a pleasing Devoto/Shelley sneer over
snarling sonics, and they play a mean (mellow) ballad: Radio is wan
acoustica worthy of Nick Drake. Like that other Liverpudlian band, the
Beatles, the Tunics have, ahead of any fame back home, accrued a
sizeable following in Germany where they are currently at No 4 above
Kanye West with a pre-release of their debut album Dabblers Handbook (a
title with Doherty's witless smirk all over it) and they regularly play
2,000-capacity venues there.

Their last album was pretty good, and this one is sounding great too.
Enjoy!

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