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Inspired by Matt's promotion of Murry the Hump on facebook, I was thinking about bands that you've seen a lot live, never made it huge, but that you retain a strong affection for.
For example, there will be a large constituency on this site for the Candyskins - it was baffling that they never became huge in a world where the Kaiser Chiefs sell millions.
Anyway, I found their myspace page and they still gig at the Zodiac. Any takers????
Ah the Sundays. I think they were quite famous in their day. They did the theme tune for the Mary Whitehouse Experience (he said, showing his age). I still have Wild Horses and Summertime on my ipod
Ah, The Sundays. It'd be a toss-up between them and Murry the Hump for the band I'd most like to reform.
You all need to order the Murry the Hump album from Amazon Marketplace for peanuts. I saw them live once or twice, bought the album and more recently all the b-sides and rarities. Seven years and the album still turns me on - can't be bad.
Amazon.co.uk Review
They might hail from the idyllic Aberystwyth in the heart of West Wales, but Murry the Hump's Songs of Ignorance in no way evokes the whimsical, eccentric air of mysticism that hung in the air like sweet dope smoke around the debut records from Gorky's Zygotic Mynci or Super Furry Animals. No, despite a passion for the dynamic of glam rock and the occasional countrified slide guitar, this is a thoroughly modern, exceedingly British record--far more in the spirit of Pulp's "Do You Remember the First Time" than any wistful nostalgic foray into musical yesteryear. This is largely down to Murry the Hump's incredibly charismatic, exceedingly lanky lead singer Matt Evans--a songwriter with all the wry charm of his self-confessed lyrical hero, Hefner's Darren Hayman. Take the unashamedly sentimental love song "Booze and Cigarettes", which breaks hearts with beautifully simplistic allegory ("You fill my spleen with nicotine") or the slightly goofy charm of "Green Green Grass"--a song about scoring Class Bs with a helplessly grin-inducing opening couplet: "My dealer drives a three-wheeler / Lives in a house by the side of the sea". Thankfully, for all their arch-eyebrowed humour, Murry the Hump write such pretty, affecting music that it's no trial to take this glorious debut seriously. "Songs of Ignorance"? It's bliss.
-- Louis Pattison
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