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Article first published in The Face No59, December 2001.
Text Mark Sutherland
Photography Ewen Spencer
You wait for ages for a good band... and then two come along at once. On tour and off their heads, The Music and The Coral are turning guitar pyrotechnics and school-age scallydelia into a Northern uproar you can really believe in.
'Music's been boring for too long. It's Saturday night, d'ya
know what I mean? I want music that'll give me the time of my life,
not just moan about the weather.'
Saturday night in Liverpool. Lee, 19, from Birkenhead, is holding
forth about the state of British music. Tonight, he's shunned the
local dance scene, where clubbers are doing their best to recreate
Ibiza in the drizzly city, and passed on this year's great white
hypes, Starsailor, playing across town at the L2. Instead he, and a
couple of hundred others like him, are crammed into a tiny venue
called The Picket to see two bands whose walk might just match the
talk.
The bands are local heroes The Coral and, from Leeds The Music. In
healthier times for British music, the traditional transpennine
antipathy might have made these bands rivals. Indeed, while both
groups have youth in common (no member of either is older than 20),
their sounds are poles apart. What unites them is an attitude and
belief that UK rock desperately needs a radical reboot.
And not a moment too soon. Since The Verve's split and the
Gallagher brothers' creative paralysis, no guitar band has captured
the public imagination in the way New Order, The Smiths or The
Stone Roses did. Amid The Strokes, The White Stripes and upstart
genres like UK garage and nu-metal, the only homegrown guitar music
to get a look-in has come from maturing Britpoppers Pulp and The
Charlatans, or polite rockers Travis, Coldplay and Turin
Brakes.
But something's stirring in the underground this weekend. The
talent of Leeds and Liverpool for breeding unique bands without the
patronage of the London-based media and music business is
well-established, and just by observing these two bands bantering
away off-stage and blasting away on it, you know you're dealing
with something truly authentic. The venue is thick with smoke,
anticipation - and that modern-day rarity these day, a local
following.
(...Talks about The Music...)
The Coral are form Hoylake, 15 minutes away, and they're not
about to be upstaged on home turf. They dominate the dressing room
with ceaseless gabbling and impromptu jamming, and dominate the
stage with the same ultratight gang dynamic that informed the Happy
Mondays. Singer James Skelly is the spit of a young Lee Mavers from
The La's, while the others look like they should be on the rob with
Tinhead in Brookie. They play guitars, sure, but also brass,
keyboards and percussion. The Coral don't even hold their
instruments like anyone else. If The Music already look like the
Rough Guide to life-affirming Northern guitar rock, then the Coral
are the full ten-volume Encyclopaedia Psychedelia: no sound, style
or influence is too strange for them to plunder.
Previous single 'Shadows Fall' and new offering 'The Oldest Path'
represent some of the most original British rock music in years,
sounding like the doors and The Specials , simultaneously. They
even pull off an insane cover of Bob Marley's 'Get Up Stand Up',
complete with an appearance from their very own Bez-sytle dancer,
Woy-Yoy Boy (Phil to his mum).
(...Talks about The Music...)
Doing what the fuck they want also forms a central plank of The
Coral's manifesto. They too formed at school (in 1996) and have
preferred to develop organically in their home town rather than
migrate to London. Strike up a conversation with any of them -
James, drummer Ian Skelly, keyboard player Nick Power, guitarists
Bill Ryder-Jones and Lee Southall or bassist Paul Duffy - and their
enthusiasm for music, football, books, anything, is irresistible:
all six talk at once, and so do their road crew. It's easy to
mistake The Coral for just another bunch of scally rockers. What
sets them apart is a blue-eyed fervour they share with all Scouse
dreamers, from Ian McCulloch to Robbie Fowler.
'Music has been in a terrible state,' declares James. 'Linkin Park
are awful - they're playing to a formula on every song and I just
can't relate to it. They're like the evil spawn of Kurt Cobain's
shit. We could die tomorrow, so we want to record an album like
Miles Davis' Kind Of Blue or Love's Forever Changes. We don't want
to be one of those bands that sound good at the time but sound
dated in the future. We want our music to always sound amazing.
Timeless.'
They'll probably do it, too, despite their ages: James is 20, the
others either 17 or 18. their bewildering palette of influences - a
bit Beach Boys here, a little Gorky's there - and an approach to
songwriting which incorporates sea shanties as comfortably as it
does punk, has lead to no shortage of offers from major labels.
They say they're being pursued by 25 labels, yet they're in no
greater hurry to sign than they are to play the supposedly crucial
London gigs.
'It's too long a van journey,' grins James. 'We're too lazy. But
no, we'll play there when we can pack out somewhere, not when we're
doing some shit place in front of ten people. London's no better
than Wolverhampton or Wrexham.'
Tonight they walk out on stage in front of 500 or so curious music
fans, a crowd a little older and a lot more obviously 'indie' than
the previous night. Even so, as their unlikely anthem 'Get Up Stand
Up' erupts through The Warehouse, there's little doubting The
Coral's capacity to connect.
The Music also rise to the challenge, their main weapon being
riffs so powerful and elongated you'd assume Jimmy Page was in the
wings, surreptitiously plugged into their guitar amps. Whatever;
it's impossible to miss in such a display of confidence the start
of something real. Forget Manchester 1988 nostalgia tour; this is
the Liverpool-Leeds express, 2001. Get on board right now.
'I'll be keeping my gig ticket,' nods Ceri, 18, from Oulton. 'Both
bands will be massive and everyone will be pretending they came to
this. Well, I'll have the proof'