9/10 Brian Staff review, 22 November 2012
There are a handful of bands that only poor "musical tramp" Brian likes in this office. Mike thought it was hilarious that I got the new Lovely Eggs albumen to review while he bagged Sonic Youth's quaking and notably ramshackle live set from 1985. You should have seen his face, his rictus grin tore his features apart. I'm quietly happy with this deal though, Being one of many who are enamoured of Lancaster's finest, this King and Queen of The Campaign to Keep Indie Music Real are one of the most charming and entertaining acts on the circuit these days. Who else bags the don of all things Northern, John Shuttleworth, to star in their video? This man was Jilted John for fuck's sake! He's God!
I think this is their third major outing and regardless of increasingly packed gigs and accolades they appear to be going stubbornly down the self-releasing route rather than snuggling up with any of those fox-head crooks like industry titans Cherryade who used to bankroll their records. Hell, they're canny, they know people are gonna actually buy their music by now so why not put it out there yersen? DIY to the max, this M/F duo are a total inspiration.
Opening with the delightful Kenickie-like 'Allergies', drummer David and guitarist Holly Steer the good ship Egg between the towering cliffs known as raucous pop-punk, wired, wacky Veruca Salt-esque grunge, screechy "repeato-rock" (tm Reviewbot3000) and fuzzy sing-song Dirty Northern "yellabies" (bit like a lullaby but executed by a deranged potty mouthed Lancastrian woman instead of your sweet Nana).
In short they've honed their scrappy art to the point where they're actually writing music that has radio hit potential. Except they ruin all that business acumen by abruptly sounding like your eccentric weirdo neighbours hijacking the local studio after too much cider and red wine and letting Holly swear/say gratifyingly wrong things in a broad wonky accent, but that's a major part of their appeal - their distinct and laudable juxtaposition between sweetly angelic and filthily Satanic.
'Wildlife' is definitely more accomplished than earlier efforts with less unhinged moments (such as the barking title track) than before making way for more bona-fide anthems. The production is denser but they've lost none of their idiosyncrasies. Just really learned to play I suppose? And for a mere duo they can proper rock when required, ya know, like Scout Niblett totally rocks. Primal style. I liked 'Cob Dominoes' a whole lot more than their début and I'd go so far as to say I totally want to fuck their new album in an inflatable swimming pool full of pork pie jelly and juggling balls whilst dressed as Captain Caveman. The purest kindergarten punk in a nutshell.
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