|05-07-2006, 02:35 PM||#1 (permalink)|
Let it drip
Join Date: Nov 2004
Neils Children - Change/Return/Success EP
How Does It Feel Now That You Are On Your Own
I Hate Models
Trying To Be Someone Else For Free
Getting Evil In The Playground
What Will You Say To Me
In The Past
See Through Me
After meeting in an underground psychedelic club in 2000, 3 young men from Cheshunt decided to start a band that would "unravel the fabric of a society obsessed with the pop culture". After 3 years of annhiliating audiences in small venues across the country with unique brand of psychedelic garage rock, this EP is the sound of a band possibly readying themselves for an assault on the mainstream.
A sound that, whilst tipping its hat to the classic British psychedelic bands of the 60's and punk bands of the 70's, is entirely fresh and new. Think the excitement and feedbacking frenzy of the Creation, the punk-pop sensibility and exuberance of Pete Shelley/the Buzz****s, and the avant-garde, angular art-noise of 'Entertainment' era Gang of Four all mixed into one tight package and you'd be in the right neighbourhood.
the EP starts in spectacular fashion. "Come Down" crashes onto your sound system, pounding upon the eardrums in a haze of power-driven guitars, maniacal drumming and a bassline that is equivalent to being chased by a rabid hell-hound in the dead of night. In fact, the bassline's are a pivotal ingrediant to the sound of this EP. "I Hate Models" begins with the tightest of drum beats as the bass fizz's along in tandem. The angular guitar chords convey a very ominous atmosphere as John Linger screams and yelps a tale of prentention and arrogance in a far from idyllic environment. Another highlight is the eerie and horror-influenced guitar chords of "Getting Evil in the Playground" - another example of the explosive rythmn section this band possess's.
This is where perhaps the EP flounders. After the intensity and art-rock hammering of the first 3 songs, a lack of diversity is evident. Songs begin to sound very similar to one another - that is until the final song "See through me". At ten minutes long this is a song of pure angst in truely unglamourized form as Linger screams "I will spit in your face, and make you swallow your pride". Full of agression and revulsion towards the recent "rock trend", it screams a message many frustrated music fans have tried to convey.
Neils children may not be the new rock heroes the British youth are so desperatly trying to latch onto, but in a London scene still craving the sheer chaos of the Libertines, this is a band getting major attention. At 30 minutes long, this collection of songs may not have "unraveled" the fabric of a society "obsessed with the pop culture" or even cause much of a stir in the mainstream, but with their gothic facade and artistically manic brand of rock, Neil's children have provided a brief yet unique glimpse of what they can potentially give to this new generation.