Fake Empire - 'Elders'

Portsmouth alt-rock trio Fake Empire, a band who I unfortunately missed out on seeing at Dials 2019, start the new year with a new single. Elders is three and half minutes of banging indie noir, combining twangy guitar, sullen lyrics, stratospheric mixing and a thumping rhythm that, on initial listen, reminded me very much of early Editors (this is not, I must stress, a bad thing).

I confess that the more I've heard of Fake Empire over recent months the more I like them, the collective of Becky Bellinger, Simon Brookes and Les Black have a knack in serving up songs that are a beautiful blend of some of my favourite bands yet making the resulting brew their own. A pinch of The National, a sprinkle of The Cure, a dash of Suede, stir well and serve loud with a garnish of early Simple Minds, there is a lot going into the pot here. It's all too easy to spoil a dish like this by over-seasoning but the finished product is subtly flavoured and not over-powered by its constituent ingredients.

In the interests of full disclosure I must admit to previously being someone who tutted and shrugged when presented with such material (as happened after my first listen to The Strokes debut album, mostly due to its aural familiarity to another band from New York). However, in my defence, I read the NME from front-to-back in those days, fully absorbing its slights of perceived muso pedantry and pretension.

Fake Empire might wear their influences easily but they are not cloning my record collection wholesale. They channel the best of it and make something new, interesting, powerful. Case in point, Elders, a track that fair pelts along like a fast ride in a sporty convertible, the soundtrack to an urgent and windswept journey on winding roads. It's reassuringly familiar, instantly hummable and most definitely ticks a lot of my boxes. Is it the best thing I've heard from the band? No (that would be this gorgeously widescreen number) but it's a cracker of a tune all the same. And next time I get the chance to see them I'm definitely taking it.

An Eighties Challenge, Day Four

Day four of my Eighties Challenge, a jovial seven day jaunt back through the mists of time, throwing musical oddities onto the web..

The Eighties famously saw the Second British Invasion of the USA, a musical incursion into the American charts that was powered by another of the decade's children, MTV. Thanks to the music video, and the channel's near constant playing of them, a raft of UK bands saw considerable chart success across the pond. For some acts this was only a fleeting glimpse of fame, whilst others secured career longevity and are still (mostly) together today; you only have to look at the posters on the wall in Ferris Bueller's bedroom to see who stumbled and who ran. Music sales were bolstered and embiggened by the power of the music video, with bands often reinventing their sound to make themselves more commercially appealing (perhaps at the gentle prodding of their record company). Would U2 be where they are now without MTV? Arguably no.

Just over thirty years ago this week I found myself standing in a field just outside of Milton Keynes to see one of these bands. Over the course of several albums they'd already moved from their Post Punk roots, to New Wave, to dabbling with Synthpop, all with varying degrees of success. A shift to a rockier sound brought dividends but it was a song from a movie soundtrack, a song they didn't write and were loathe to record, that pushed them over the edge and made them a stadium band. I am, of course, referring to Simple Minds.

In 1985 the band released Once Upon A Time, an album that soon appeared to be everywhere (in part due to most of it being released as singles), and the band toured relentlessly off the back of it. A year later, on a Sunday in June, my brother, his chums and I stood at the rear of the Milton Keynes Bowl, ready to be entertained. This was my first foray into the world of "the Stadium gig" and, yes, suffice to say I was a wee bit over-excited. The line-up included Doctor and The Medics (my first experience of seeing a band bottled), The Waterboys, the excellent Lloyd Cole and The Commotions and the sadly underwhelming Big Audio Dynamite.

Finally though the headline act took the stage, kicking things off with Waterfront, and all was good with the world. Well, it was nearly all good. Unfortunately the gig clashed with another important world event, namely the World Cup Quarter Final match between Argentina and England. Yes, that match, that infamous meeting of hand and ball. And wouldn't you know it, Jim Kerr baited the crowd with news of the game throughout their set. For shame Jim, for shame. Still, it was an excellent evening of music, a big band at the top of their game. And yes, there are no prizes for guessing what song I've picked for today..

41. EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY

We see Bender walking towards us as Brian's monologue continues.

BRIAN (VO)
(CONT'D)
But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...

ANDREW (VO)
...and an athlete...

ALLISON (VO)
...and a basket case...

CLAIRE (VO)
...a princess...

BENDER (VO)
...and a criminal...

BRIAN (VO)
Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.

We see Bender walking across the football field as he thrusts his fist into the air in a silent cheer and freezes there.