I pretty much spend entire days at a time wishing I was a surfer, these days. I don’t actually enjoy being in the sea too much, and my sense of balance is completely woeful, but it’d mean that i could spend all day jiving on the beach to bands like Thee Almighty Handclaps.
Now, I’m aware that being a surfer these days probably doesn’t entail laying about on the sand all day and dancing to wonderful, dirty garage pop all night. More the pity, as Dallas, Kellie and Joe sound like the perfect modern day soundtrack to the sun-drenched, laid back lifestyle. I’m stuck in a bedroom in council house Manchester and it’s still making me feel like I’m laying in the sun, for god’s sake. Comparisons to Be Your Own Pet would probably be fair – in Kellie, the band seem to have a singer with some passion, and both are backed up with a band who play quite simplistic but highly effective music. There’s a big layer of beautiful fuzz on top of this, and this is trash rock at it’s very finest.
Not to be confused with The Phenomenal Hand Clap Band either.