Review by :
Ronnie O'Keef

There’s a lot hype around the 5,6,7,8’s because (in case you’ve been living under a rock) Quentin Tarrantino declared them cool enough to feature in one of his movies. Fair dues I say, but are they up to it? By tonight’s performance I’d have to give you a shaky hand maybe.

The problem I had tonight though was that I’d just watched the support band and quite frankly it wouldn’t have mattered if the 5,6,7,8’s had stripped butt naked, sat on my face and called me daddy, they’d still have come a sorry second to my new favourite band….The Subways.

Barely out of school and with more raw talent than I’ve seen in far too long, The Subways deconstruct the blues like only The Stooges could. Barely a song over 3 minutes, 1 guitar solo and with each gem sounding better than the last I am well and truly gobsmacked by their performance. It’s not just the songs, it’s the delivery. I truly honestly believe this band mean every last ounce of what they’re spewing. There’s not many 19 year old guys who can pick up a guitar and belt out songs that are so cool and so dirty you just wanna find the nearest willing participant and go fuck in the toilets. Bass player Mary-Charlotte Cooper is utterly captivating throughout. Most girls look crap playing bass. MCC is the absolute exception to that rule. That girl has got more rock’n’roll in her little finger than most so-called real rock stars. I shit you not. Fucking great she is. She’s also fit. What’s not to like?

I could go on but I won’t. I’ve just done you a favour. Go see The Subways. You can thank me later.