Brudenell Social Club
Sat 2nd May, 1pm
I’m going to be the first writer to not mention Franz Ferdinand once in their review of the 1990s. Ah shit. Well it’s tough not to. Having battled it out with Alex and the guys back in 2007, the new album ‘Kicks’ promises more comparisons. A danceable clash of sassy rhythms and tongue in cheek quirkiness, the 1990s are ridiculously good fun, but lack any of the depth and darkness of Glasgow’s other glam pop rockers.
‘The Box’ is instant instinctual hip shaking, the sing a long melody perfectly fusing with the 4/4 drum beat. ’59’ is a stomper of a tune, springy rhythms propelling it through. A stylish succession of energetic sounds and rhythms, 1990s are not drowning in dimensions, but after 3 minutes and 51 seconds of hip shimmying to „Kickstrausse‟, who will care?
For superficial fun times, the 1990s are a perfect soundtrack, and ‘Sparks’ could make it as one of the summer’s tunes. Recent show at the Water Rats in London showed the boys at their rough and rugged best. Like their name, they won’t last forever, but also like their name, it‟s a bloody good experience.
