The-Mag’s most recent run-in with Fickle Public came when Andy R saw them rock out at the Glasgow Barfly in January, ‘jerking and bouncing throughout’ a set that seemed to please our own member of the fickle public. That night they finished with this single, ‘Just Like I Got Used To Saying Courteney Cox Arquette’ (that’s boosted my word count) for which they received a ‘rapturous send off’ from their home crowd. So what’s all the fuss about then?
Rather refreshingly there is only the one track on this CD; they seem to have gone for the concentrated quality option of which I approve whole-heartedly.
We begin with some faded in guitar distortion ( as all good songs should) and quickly rip into the tune’s main hook; an infectious foot-stomping riff in some bizarre off-beat time signature that ruins any attempt at competent foot-tapping. Then another nice surprise arrives in the form of a singer who can ( wait for it…) actually sing. It’s a minor gripe of mine that the recent bout of 80s-influenced tat has polluted the current scene with shouty, talky, off-key ‘singers’ more concerned by warding off deep-vein thrombosis due to the tightness of their jeans than sounding halfway decent in front of a microphone. No danger of that here though.
The singing also has a nice rhythm and melody to it, interlinking with that behemoth of a riff in a sort of ‘question and answer’ fashion before polishing each verse off with a terrifying scream that seems as natural as a big pine tree in an area of untouched Caledonian woodland – which is pretty natural I suspect. Our monster riff then mutates into a modern twist on the age-old solo, jerking and restarting like a knackered Chevy, before flowing into the final verse that chugs towards the end of our 2 minutes 29 seconds sounding a lot more menacing than it did the first time round. One final hit of the riff that will now forever be imprinted in my brain finishes us off and suddenly I don’t like one-track CDs quite so much anymore.
Guest article from Matt S.