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Amidst all the booze, blood, bodies and hype, Camden
Barfly’s in-house finest look to enhance reputations,
unite fans, and resuscitate the British guitar scene
once again. All in a 45 minute set. Throw some fashionista’s,
some boyos and some more alcohol into the mix and the
Barfly’s more of a bullpen. Usually the indie collective
are a mild mannered breed, but tell that to the fresh-faced
trio who came to blows with bottles, stools and a particularly
nasty incident involving the brick pillar propping up
the ceiling.
To conquer the animosity and unite the masses who constitute
the Brylcreem and Nivea skincare generation, enter Johnny
Borrell a.k.a. latest musical saviour, 2004’s first
pin up, the latest Londinium renegade. Well since Pete
Doherty. When you’ve got the hype, the fashionista appeal
and legions of the indie mafia (IM’s for short) on your
side, you can go one of two ways: be forever lost in
the black chasm that is the backwater of British guitar
obscurity or b) hoist anchor and sail via the M25 with
Pete and Co. on the good ship Arcadia. It’s easy to
make comparisons, because there is something definitely
London about Razorlight. Still it could be worse, they
could have been dubbed The Razorlight. What they lack
in drug taking, controversy and prison stories, they
more than make up for in hits of clean, tight guitar
fun, although musical nouveau it ain’t. Songs such as
‘Stumble and fall’, ‘Rock n Roll Lies’ and ‘Rip it up’
will continue to fill and rip up dance floors in the
dingiest and elitist indie clubs across the country.
The venues will undoubtedly get bigger, as it would
for any band labelled the ‘next big thing’, but you
get the feeling Razorlight would happily call any Barfly
home.
Relevant sites:
www.razorlight.co.uk/
http://www.barflyclub.com/
Sherief Younis for Crud Magazine 2004©
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