Review by :
James Jam - NME

Eavis Approved boy/girl garage punks are on the fast track to success

If you're searching for the spirit of rock'n'roll then you're best off looking somwehere in the back of a Transit van, inside a humid carrier bag containing the drummer's soiled undercrackers and the remnants of a pertol station pasty.

Rock'n'roll has long been judged on the blood, sweat and road miles behind it. What you probably know about Welwyn Garden City boy/girl garage cutie-pies The Subways is that they were picked - via nationwide new bands competition - by Glastonbury kingpin Michael Eavis to play on the main stage at this years festival. This isn't a band that's embarked on a crusade to the heart of the toilet circuit. This is the X Factor garage rock style, right?

Time for a rethink. As The Subways hit Newcastle tonight they smack us round the face for ever doubting the skill and imagination their two-minute garage punk delights are forged with. Singer Billy Lunn is the real deal and he knows it, while the low-freq rumblings of bass minx Charlotte Cooper are a perfect counterbalance to his corrosive guitar.

1am is a riotus fusion of stripsey swamp blues anguish and the stroppy glam-pop of T-Rex, while Rock'n'Roll Queen had an unkempt finesse that suggests all the bullshit rhetoric about earning greatness through hard toil carries as much weight as Eavis' cow turds. We're talking about the magic of rock'n'roll after all, not a days graft down t'pit.

There's plenty of hard work ahead for The Subways and they'll be sick of Ginsters pasties by the time the end of the month. But the road to greatness? They've just passed Scotch Corner services and are making pretty good time.