ARTIST: The Paddingtons
TITLE: First Comes First
LABEL: Vertigo
GENRE: Indie
BITRATE: 235kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 33min total
RELEASE DATE: 2005-10-24
RIP DATE: 2005-09-18
Track List
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01. Same Old Girl 3:04
02. First Comes First 2:56
03. 50 To A ú 3:03
04. Worse For Wear 2:32
05. Loser 2:14
06. Panic Attack 3:29
07. Tommy's Disease 3:32
08. Stop Breathing 2:18
09. Alright In The Morning 3:09
10. 21 2:24
11. Sorry 4:56
Release Notes:
In Every Pop Song There's A Heart Ache....
In this day-and-age what is a poor rock'n'roll band to do? Some evil mothers
will always be there, telling them that its all been done before:
punk-rock-free-jazz-drone-folk-hip-hop-grime-house ... the list goes on-and-on.
But what of reaction? I can tell you this much. It is reaction-action-and then
the Paddingtons: coming straight-outta-hull and right into the nailbomb of
freak-beat Youthquake explosion of the æ04 (it being the aftershocks of the
recent naive revolution, of kids who just wanna rock, reverberating to the
sounds of the London underground, just kids who want to have amplified feedback
in their pop songs before bedtime, simple things-like-that) ...
And there is no heart ache, no tentative wandering steps down the history of
year-zerosim, no neuroticism of punk pop idols becomes completely masqued by the
a thousand-mile-high-thrash of fuzzed-out rock and like the imitation of christs
that is Joey Ramon and baptised by the proto-punks, The Saints. With the
Paddingtons, the kings are gone and not forgotten.
And as the needle comes down on the scratchy vinyl and out comes the unabashed
love of YEAR HEROISM of 1977 contained in a brutal explosion of three chord
heaven thrash....
And you forget your critics. And you forget that you just rode an urine-soaked
bus uptown. And the android anti-music of ringtones. The pushy boredom of
urgent-urgent-urgent people with nothing that important to do.
Why?
Because "21", is the theme-from-the-greatest-unreleased-teen-exploitation movie,
with vocalist, Tom Atkins becoming the speed-king of pop as he spits out his
lyrics like they were chemical burns in his mouth. The acid-eaten melodies of
æ21' gnaw, penetrate, carry that three-minute-high of the impossible... perfect
punk for now people!
"Same Old Girl"; is a pop-punk explosion ... with feedback so strong it sounds
like insects trapped in their guitars buzzing, buzz, buzzing to get out. If you
ever wondered what Busted would sound like if forced to intake dangerous amount
of amphetamine and locked in a solitary cell for long periods at a time, coming
out dangerous and psychotic with a glean-of-mean in their eyes and a hunger that
can only be solved through high-leve-danger-abuse of guitar, chanting strung-out
teen angst love songs, you need to no longer plan any further. The Paddingtons
have solved that dilemma and potentially many more. Beware! The Paddingtons are
on tour and they know where you live! (We Think).
The Paddingtons are there for you when that howl, that screaming lament of
frustration, goes-through-you, when you hear canned laughter on bad BBC1 shows,
stuck, lost, wondering through the concrete mind-fuck of London, tonight, The
Paddingtons are playing just-for-you....