Sunday, 26 October 2014

Croll Of Honour

Today's hangover cure: an extra hour in bed, and some Stravinksy.




DAN CROLL/ PANAMA WEDDING, Communion/ Transmission, Bully, 11/10/14

Going to see new bands at the moment is like one long pub quiz.  It’s not so much that the music is retro – pop’s been retro since the second minute of its existence – it’s just the current reference points are such odd mid-80s choices that we spend most of our time amongst trendy, bopping audiences with furrowed brow, trying to dredge up names that have lain dormant in the grey cells for 25 years.  New York’s Panama Wedding, for example, with their cleanly emotive, breathy vocals and bleached funk keyboard stabs, are essentially Huey Lewis crossed with Brother Beyond.  Two tracks in, presented with a riff redolent of “Owner Of A Lonely Heart”, we’re gearing up to abhor them, but it turns out that good pop music, played by a band that’s impeccably rehearsed without dropping into cynical posturing, will always melt the hardest heart.  “Uma” might be more suited to a rom com miniature golf montage than the Bully, but essentially these guys are Hot Chip with the irony replaced by gosh-darned American pluck and, frankly, they’re just as good.

When they’re not spinning Now 7 for inspiration, hip young things are copping some tricks from African music, although Dan Croll has recorded in Durban with the mighty Ladysmith Black Mambazo, so he has clearly taken his influences more seriously than most.  But, ignoring a few high life licks, tonight’s set owes far more to smooth, mildly euphoric pop, somewhere between Black’s Moss Bros sophistication and The Beloved’s cultured Ibiza comedowns.  Croll’s voice might be a little thin and falsetto-happy, but he has an articulacy that lifts the songs beyond mere fluff.  Whilst our favourite tonight  is “Can You Hear Me?”, an improbably huge bass drum making it sound like MOP’s take on “Cold As Ice” without the hip-hop, and whilst the odd guitar wail or gratuitous Meatloaf drum fill sticks in our craw, Croll, like his support, reminds us that well-made pop, with an ear for a ripe melody, will never go out of style, regardless of fashion’s whims.


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