Rule Brittania

So...here we are yet again. I'm back with a fresh crop of tunes and a breathable atmosphere to match. My allergies are finally on the retreat and I can actually use both nostrils again. This means you guys get new music and I get to stop spending more money on Claritin D then on food. These are both very good things.

Britain is cranking out the good stuff out right now and there's soooo much of it out there. It seems after the Arctic Monkeys broke on the net the amount of demos from unsigned bands floating around in the ether exploded. It reminds me of my Death Metal days when I would get demos from all of these strange bands that were so underground they didn't even know they existed. The difference here, of course, is that these bands don't actually sound like they are being gutted with a steak knife.

With that friendly little image firmly burned in your mind...I give you four tracks from the British Indie Underground...

Dega Breaks: The Looking Glass
A shuddering, jerky disco punk floor filler that sounds something like a britpopper caught in an Editors instrumental while being whirled around by a Puressence tune. It stops, starts, gets all 4/4 on you and then spins you right off the dancefloor. A moody disco punk treat.

Kubichek: Nightjoy
In the running for single of the year in 2005, this song is/was more hypnotic than a thousand ticking pocket watches. It's all because of the chorus. It's unescapable, it's catchy and you'll never forget it after listening to it twice. It's amazing that these guys are unsigned after putting out two BRILLIANT 7".

The Romance: Curse Our Love
Until the Dirty Pretty Things album comes out, there needs to be lots of good ol Libertines-like grot n' roll to remind us how great the original was. The Romance happily fill that gap quite nicely. In fact they do such a good job, I can't help but think they're pretty great on their own merit; and, "Curse Our Love," is proof. It's a dirty punky little drunk rock and roll song that snotishly weaves it's tale about love and lies rather hastily! One for that CD you were making your significant other.

The Sugars: Black Man White Boy
If you were like me you thought the last White Stripes album was a bunch of over hyped garbage. Remember how good the first two albums were? Well The Sugars do and they must listen to them everyday for inspiration. This sexy ass three piece is the definition of frickin brilliant raw bluesy rock n' roll. And if you want a taste then The Sugars have the sticky good stuff you need. "Black Man White Boy," sounds like it was recorded in a alley littered with syringes, broken bottles, and burning cars. It's unpolished trashy rock n' roll recorded on about a $5 budget and it RULES. If sugar tasted this good my dentist bill would be in the millions!