Review by :
XFM Online - Pete Whiley
If one were
to look up the word Subways-esque in a thesaurus of the future,
it would probably read something like “great songs,
great riffs, charismatic, sexy, no nonsense. See also sections
of 22-20s-esque and Vines-when-they-are-good-esque. Antonym
- Von Bondies-esque.”
The Subways
are on stage for just over thirty minutes. They tear through
each song at such lightning pace, there’s not even time
to announce the song names. Front man Billy only pauses to
thank the crowd and, on one occasion, to dedicate a song to
“anyone who wants to fucking sign us”, but what
he lacks in crowd interaction, he makes up with some impressive
guitar work and a voice trapped somewhere between Jack White
and Craig Nicholls. It’s also safe to say he won’t
be needing a pummelling from the Stripes man to get the public’s
attention.
What makes
the Subways such a potent force is that they don’t just
rely on the brilliance of Billy to carry them through, bass
player Mary and drummer Josh have enough classy tricks up
their own sleeves. Mary plays like a chick on speed and thanks
to some determined head banging, with her hair obscuring her
face, she can sometimes resemble a rocking Cousin It. Josh,
meanwhile, has the most primitive looking drum kit in the
world but thankfully his technique is more Dave Grohl than
Meg White.
Their songs
rarely break the three minute barrier and each one is a wonderful
slice of bluesy, garage rock. “Rock n’roll queen”
in particular is just waiting to receive the ‘single
of the week’ accolade from NME, though it has to be
said the demo recording of that song does not, in any way
whatsoever, capture the intensity of the live performance.
Their music deserves a lot better treatment.
It’s
as if the organisers had mistakenly put the headlining act
on first, the thought of any band trying to follow these guys
just seemed absurd. If The Subways are left to fade away unnoticed
it will be the saddest moment in music since Johnny Borrell
learned guitar.
SOMEBODY SIGN
THIS BAND.