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just like a drummer

i wake up with the thunder of your typewriter, every night

Squarehead are a ridiculously good looking band. Let’s just take that as a categorical imperative. Is this a good enough reason to write about them? I think it is. In the paraphrased words of the great Gregory House, why do one’s genetic gifts of brains and talent trump their genetic gift of beauty? Why is it okay for me to tell a girl that her Jack Kerouac t-shirt makes her look like an interesting person (side note: No it doesn’t. It really doesn’t), while yelling ‘BIG ONES’ across the streets of Finglas at a girl with ‘Juicy’ stamped across her arse is only ever deemed ‘socially unacceptable’ by the people who decide these things. There is something odd to be taken from the indignation that calling someone a ride can arouse in people. ‘And, can you talk about the music please?’ As much as I would love to make this a manifesto for superficiality in all its forms, the argument becomes redundant when circumstantial evidence is inspected. Because although total Betties, Squarehead (which is actually spelled with capital letters in odd places) are not just a ridiculously good looking band. They are also a really good one.

Image by Loreana Rush

So in one sense of the word, Squarehead are a trio of rides. And despite my indignation at the fact that our culture forces us to ignore the beauty of young men in at least relatively small trousers, I will persevere with the alternative definition; That Squarehead are a promising, young band of three: Roy Duffy, Ian McFarlane and Ruan Van Vliet. The piece of pop they have presented us with and indeed the maguffin that proved the catalyst for the creation of this post, is their current release, ‘Fake Blood /Mother Nurture’ on 7”.  The two tracks are congruent yet different enough to be interesting. The lyrics are utterly charming and make me feel like I’m remembering a painfully joyous youth of scorned romance that I never had. Despite being laid back it is, too, confrontational; this is joyous, a little bit sad and surprisingly vicious in places. It’s the kind of stuff that makes you feel very comfortable very fast and then gobs in your eyes when you least expect it. Made to be enjoyed, sung along to, performed at summer parties, but also for carefully chosen mixcds and moments when you feel a little more ‘Strangeways…’ than ‘The Queen is Dead’ (Worry not, this sounds nothing like The Smiths)

I had thought about not posting this review because my blog is becoming Popical heavy, and while wanting to use this metaphorical space on the internet for the promotion of the Irish Music Scene (From herein to be known only as ‘The Mission for The Greater Good’), I seem to have latched on to the bumming of a very particular facet of this proposed ‘scene’. Unfortunately for me if not for them, where the isle is concerned the hits keep coming and Squarehead are absolutely no exception.

As a side note they also have ridiculously good t-shirts that I will be spending at least ten minutes this evening trying to figure out how to procure. As for you, do yourself a favour and pop into Tower Records, pick up an apple and mess up the cd displays (I’ve heard it annoys  the punk lad that works there) and get yourself Squarehead’s new 7”. I mean, sure why wouldn’t you?

One word review says: Dynamic

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