Whilst the attempts to resuscitate indie rock less than a year or so after it fell into near terminal decline seem a little premature, especially considering that most of us haven’t yet had time to have the palate cleansed of dour lad rock bands selling records on swagger alone. But just as there are always going to be four dickheads from the provinces willing to try make a go off nicking a few Libertines riffs and wearing a parka, there’s always going to be a couple of slackers patching together some sounds and hoping for the the best. If garage rock has never truly died, then at least it’s been due the recent resurgence that’s come it’s way.
Yuck have pretty much been the spearhead of it all, though the early optimism around act has subsided a little of late. Perhaps it’s a little bit of Tall poppy Syndrome, or maybe it’s the fact that bands like Dancers are managing to pump out tracks with a similar aesthetic that contrive to sound a lot less dull than the post-Cajun Dance Party act. You can be jaded and young anywhere, but they come out of Denbigh in Wales, and it’s a sentiment that they carry off pretty spectacularly, mixing atmosphere with true grit, whilst never managing to let the fuzz overpower the songs. Guitars might be pretty much the most boring instrument in the world right now, but with more bands like Dancers and less like The Vaccines, that may not be the case for very long.
Dancers – I hate the beach [download from last.fm]