They stuck around for long enough, but it might be that Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster might have chosen the worst possible time to finally call it a day. It’s been a long road from Psychosis Safari, but it genuinely feels like the kind of visceral, psychobilly pop they peddled might be starting to sound interesting again if Thee Ludds are anything to go by. Another notch on Tye Die Tapes thus far immaculate bedpost of emerging artists, the Leicester four-piece seem to meld together a few instruments and hope for the best.
The fact that their sound is driven by an organ makes them similar to the archetypal ‘friends band’ Token Jesture, who haunted a few shows in and around Manchester in the mid 2000’s. But whilst bad spelling and a kind of dull post-Arctic Monkeys indie drawl awaited the handfuls of people who were accidentally around whilst TJ played a few tracks in dingy pubs, there’s swirling pysch-pop for anyone lucky enough to see Thee Ludds. It’s greasy, dirty but utterly brilliant – something like The Horrors could’ve done with their first album if they’d spent their time making music of the quality that Count in 5’s suggested they might be able to instead of going to endless photoshoots and chatting up Noel Fielding. As long as their singer isn’t Farris Rotter then we are all okay.
Thee Ludds – she’s a liar