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New Band Of The Day No 365: Das Wanderlust

(photo caption) Das Wanderlust ... like Tallulah Gosh having a party in a sweetshop with the Fall.

Today's bunch fetishise adolescence, although we hasten to add they don't fetishise adolescents - not as far as we know anyway.

Hometown: Middlesbrough.

The lineup: Laura Susan Simmons (vocals, keyboards), Andrew Richard Elliott (guitar, keyboards), Wesley John Stephenson (drums).

The background: There's been a bit of a thread, or a theme, running through the new band choices this week. We started, on Monday, with Babygod, on Tuesday we had Oh, Atoms who seemed to be suffering from infantile dementia, yesterday's Red Light Company were obsessed with childhood toys and friends, and today we've got a bunch who sing about Sunday School and ice-cream vans. Just wait till you meet tomorrow's act, who, at 15, is the youngest ever New Band of the Day. Next week, we bring you an all-singing, all-dancing foetus. Possibly.

Das Wanderlust fetishise adolescence although we hasten to add they don't fetishise adolescents, not as far as we know anyway. They're a bit C86, a bit riot grrrl, and a lot like Tallulah Gosh having a party in a sweetshop with the Fall while Willie Wonka injects Aero bubbles in their veins. They have so far released two scruffy, scrappy, skew-whiff, hyperactive 7-inch singles, the first of which, The Orange Shop, was No 1 in BBC 6 Music "DJ" Marc Riley's singles of the year countdown. They have recorded all the right sessions for all the right radio stations, even though they call what they do "wrong pop", a title they came up with because it's pop that's misshapen, messed-up, wonky... wrong. Critics have been unable to decide whether it's structure-less avant-garde experimentalism or tuneful noise, so we'll decide for them: it's an amateurish racket performed by "musicians" who don't give a Curly Wurly about musicianship that occasionally, accidentally, chances upon a memorable snatch of melody. It's a 40-year-old man's idea of what 14-year-old girls are into. To be honest, it's a bit creepy, but not in a good way.

What else can we tell you without putting you off? They've got a dog modelling one of their promo T-shirts on their website. The B-side to their next single, Puzzle, which was recorded, not surprisingly, in their singer's bedroom (did they wear pyjamas? Probably), comes in six parts, with subtitles like Theme to a Fictional Spaghetti Western With Whistling, Big Black Ice Cream Van, When You're a Bairn Every Day is Like a Holiday and You Know When it's Not Quite Right? Well it's Not Quite Right. Wacky, them? Their best song, Humbug, has some loony-girl-in-the-attic vocals ("I have no self-esteem, la-la-la," goes Laura Susan Simmons, quite amusingly) and a giant riff made out of a warped guitar/toy keyboard combo that is mesmerising and disturbing in equal measure. And they've got a song called I Wish I Was a Robot that sounds like it was assembled by androids dreaming of electric students during Fresher's Week. They apparently "find the smokescreen and mirrors of affectation employed by many other groups both hilarious and infuriating" although really, what's funny but not that annoying is, this is as affected and disingenuous as anything we've heard all year.

The buzz: "As comforting and sticky as an ice-cream on a hot summer's day."

The truth: John Peel would have loved them.

Most likely to: Reform in 2086 for the C86 centenary tour.

Least likely to: Attract much interest in a wonky pop style "wrong pop" tour.

What to buy: Puzzle is released by Don't Tell Clare on October 6, followed by debut album Horses for Courses.

File next to: Kenickie, Huggy Bear, Bis, Tallulah Gosh.

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