In the week following the death of the legendary Ron Moody, it seems appropriate (if not a massive ruddy coincidence, or a tad suspicious…) that The Jacques have put out their latest tune which is an ode to the leader of Fagin’s gang of under-age thieves.
There’s all the rebel menace that you’d expect in something devoted to the cheeky, top hat adorned leader of the pack and the way that the the Bristolian four piece go about their business has all the reckless abandon of someone who finds themselves in a frantic situation with enough adrenaline running through your veins to match the effects of any drug. The lively bassline is at the heart of the song as it walks, nay, strolls around like it is the cock of the walk, the toast of the town, the ace of bass… Everything comes together in such a slapdash way that there’s no loss of the teenage garage band charm which will have anyone who has ever had the pleasure of being in a band in their youth reminiscing about how much simpler things were before the mountains of debt.
And council tax, that’s a bit of a nuisance. Still, go get lost in this corker and forget about the real world.
(P.s. I got through a review of a band called The Jacques who are from Bristol without mentioning cider. I’m proud of… Oh, hang on…)