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The Lovely Eggs - Brudenell Social Club Leeds, UK

by Andy Brown Rating:10 Release Date:2012-01-09

Tonight see’s Holly Ross and David Blackwell, that’s The Lovely Eggs to me and you, sell out the Brudenell Social Clubs suitably intimate pool-room, packed to the rafters with the band's ever devoted fan-base. Lancaster’s finest indie-punk two-piece are hitting the road to celebrate the release of their latest (and possibly greatest) LP, This is Our Nowhere.  

Before our minds are collectively blown by the band's unique brand of surrealist punk, we’re treated to sets from two of Leeds finest up-and-coming acts. First up, we have the self-styled slacker-rock of fresh-faced four-piece, Take Turns.

The band launch into a set of confidently delivered, skewered alt-rock. There’s something undeniably ‘alternative 90s’ to the band's wonky but wonderful approach to indie, sounding more than a little like Pavement in the process. 

The likes of ’Once a Saltwater Lagoon’ show a band who’ve listened to and really understood the magic behind Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. It’s a sound we’ve heard before yet that doesn’t make their set any the less enjoyable as guitars bob-and-weave through some superbly off-kilter melodies. Malkmus would be proud.

Next we get the darkly propulsive fuzz-rock of Mush. The band has been building up quite a live reputation, having supported a number of fantastic acts recently (Action Beat and Ringo Deathstarr, to name a couple). They’re also something of a Brudenell house-band of sorts, as they feature at least two familiar faces from behinds the pub's bar. Like Take Turns, the band's influences seem to lie in noisy 90s alt-rock with some of The Jesus & Mary Chain's feedback squall thrown into the mix for good measure.

It’s a hypnotically repetitive and brilliantly raw wall-of-noise from beginning to end; in fact, the set could easily be twice as long and still have us thoroughly hooked. The driving rhythms are perfectly complemented by ragged solos, naggingly catchy hooks, and the singer's increasingly distressed yelps and screams. The feedback has barely died down before their drummer is back behind the bar, a job well done.   

The Lovely Eggs are one of life’s undeniable pleasures. Wonderfully unique from the get-go, the band has been busy warping minds and frying imaginations since forming sometime around 2006. Taking the wonky fuzz-pop of Half Japanese and the surrealist ramblings of writer Richard Brautigan as a starting point, Ross and Blackwell (no relation to soup makers, Crosse & Blackwell) have made some of the most joyfully thrilling music you could hope to hear.

Tonight the band open with the indie-grunge-pop of new number ‘Ordinary People Unite’, a possibly ironic rallying call for the ‘sensible’ and ‘responsible’ masses to unite (“come together on a training day”) that kicks things off with admirable flair. In case it was in any doubt, The Lovely Eggs know how to rock. The band has a natural, unforced confidence about them as they deliver song-after-song of fuzzy, oddball gold. The whole room lights up when they play and it’s impossible not to raise a smile at punky oddities such as the delicately titled ‘People Are Twats’.

The band clearly have a rather infectious sense of humour but the laughs feel intertwined with the music; there’s nothing ‘novelty’ about the band's commitment and passion. ‘I Just Want Someone to Fall in Love With’ sounds like some great lost Buzzcocks-via-HMHB ode to love while the punk-psych stylings of latest single ‘Magic Onion’ sound utterly vital.  It feels like there’s a genuine connection between the band and audience as Ross chats away to the crowd, asking about the local house party scene before bursting into the good-times buzz of ‘Goofin’ Around iIn Lancashire)’.

The highlight (if there can be such a thing in such a consistently brilliant set) arguably comes with a mass sing-along to the melancholically defiant anthem ‘Fuck It’. Some of the crowd hold their Lovely Eggs ‘Fuck It’ football style scarves proudly in the air as we sing the roof off the pool room.

Bono would kill for this kind of love from an audience. The band end with the should-have-been-a-hit magic of ‘Don’t Look at Me (I Don’t Like It)’ before leaving the crowd thoroughly satisfied and smiling from ear-to-ear. 

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