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Two Wounded Birds – Live

12 Oct

Green Door Store:Wednesday, October 3

On the first night of a nationwide tour, Two Wounded Birds proved to be a glorious mass of influences and contradictions.

Not only does the front man go by the moniker of Johnny Danger – even though the most risqué thing he did was swig his red wine straight from the bottle – but they frequently resembled a West Coast Californian surf-pop band – albeit with a dash of youthful angst – despite their pale faces giving way to the fact they formed in East Kent.

The Margate four piece might be strangers to the sun, but they quickly showed they were on more than nodding terms with some scorching tunes.

Opener Night Patrol featured faux-horror chiming chords, twanging across marching drums as Danger languidly drooled over the top, before the soaring melodies on the poppier, sway-along To Be Young simultaneously exposed the technical frailties yet inherent charm in his voice.

Despite playing for little more than 30 minutes, there was still time for some Buzzcocks-style pure power pop on Together Forever, a beefed-up croon-along, a doo-wop doppelganger seemingly from a 50s prom and an infectious new song clearly precision-targeted at the radio A-list.

On reflection, this really shouldn’t work. In reality, it was something pretty special.


Live Review: Two Wounded Birds, Young Boys and Ice Black Birds

8 Dec


Two Wounded Birds: There's, er, four of them


Sticky Mike’s Frog Bar:  Wednesday, December 7 2011

Not many bands should relish having Ice Black Birds opening for them.

The Brighton four-piece don’t so much warm you up as set you on fire with their garage-rock concoction of bumper riffs, growling and whooping vocals and pounding basslines.

They are far from one-trick ponies, though; tonight they show some nifty songwriting finesse.

No-one Loves Me Like You Do starts off sounding like a bourbon soaked lament from the Deep South before clattering and careering into a rollicking, furiously paced, foot stomper.

Similarly, closer 22:22 is a taut, rock and roll riot where spiky vocals and punchy bass verses are interspersed by screeching lead guitar.

It’s like the Jim Jones Revue knocking seven bells of shit out of White Denim to a high-octane, classic rock soundtrack.

After that, it was going to be hard for three-piece Young Boys not to appear lightweight.

In fairness, they peddled their indie pop schtick with as much gusto as could be expected from three skinny, pale-faced lads, but too many of their admittedly catchy tunes were either overpowered by grating, plinky, plonky lead guitar or failed to stay in the memory for more than a minute after they finished.

Their strongest song was a break from norm, sounding like a cross between an homage to a Sixties US prom night with some substandard Jarvis Cocker style ramblings over the top.

If you decide to check them out, remember, they’re a fucker to google – especially at work.

And so to Two Wounded Birds. After grabbing our attention at this year’s Great Escape, the Margate four-piece continue to enthral and beguile in equal measure.

On paper they sound absurd, but live they are exhilarating. It’s nigh on impossible to know what Johnny Danger (really) ands his three cohorts are going to sound like from one song to the next.

There’s some Buzzcocks-style pure power pop, a beefed-up Richard Hawley-esque croon-along and a selection of almost old school surf rock rhythms with completely contradictory, yet resoundingly impressive, desolate vocals and scything chords over the top.

With his jet back barnet, leather jacket and jolts and jerks, Danger makes a fine frontman too, especially as he spits out the blistering early single All We Wanna Do.

Now signed to uber cool label Moshi Moshi, Two Wounded Birds are going to soar.

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