Depending on which blogs you read, Eagulls either evoke Oasis and The Cribs, sound as though they could’ve hung around The Smell with No Age or that they take notes from the likes of dinosaur Jr. The facts are these: They are a five piece, they have settled in the Leeds area and they have a better name than pretty much any other band around. The music is a cut above many of their supposed peers, too – a mixture of punk ethos and viscera lined with a kind of pop hopefulness. Understandably, they are raw, and these are the songs of men who still have dirt under their fingernails, each track seemingly coated with a veneer of sweat and delivered with the kind of vigour one would associate with
The sum total of their output can be slimmed down to a cassette entitled ‘Songs of Prey’, which, being sold at £1.50, has predictably sold out. There’s still the consolation prize of being able to get the same tracks on a CD, but Eagulls make a racket that will always be much more at home on analogue. They could easily be labelled as punk rock, but there’s not quite the ferocity that the genre would like associated with it’s acts – there is anger, but it seems mixed with resignation and regret, like naval gazing and fighting at the same time. They’ve got their sound nailed down, but it’s unlikely that the amateur critics will have their comparisons similarly accurate in the near future.
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Also playing In the City 2010. You should definitely see them.