Posts Tagged ‘Madchester’

CD Review: Kasabian, “West Rider Pauper Lunatic Asylum”

Kasabian - West Rider Pauper Lunatic AsylumBefore you ask, yes, they are named after Manson Family member Linda Kasabian. She achieved fame for being the getaway driver following the infamous Tate-LaBianca murders in 1969. I’m not sure what to make of that, so I won’t make anything of it.

The third album by England’s Kasabian, West Rider Pauper Lunatic Asylum (RCA Records), is a powerful melange of BritPop, prog, psych, and even some Arctic Monkey’s style dance music, that just might see them make their mark on the United States. They are already one of Britain’s most popular bands. This summer they will be the sub-headliners at Glastonbury, playing just before headliner Bruce Springsteen, for the second time. They will also be touring stadiums in the U.K. with Oasis, including three sold out shows at Wembley Stadium.

Speaking of Oasis, there’s more than a little bit of Liam Gallagher in Kasabian vocalist Tom Meighan. Like Gallagher, Meighan has just the right amount of rock and roll attitude. It oozes from the speakers along with that endearing sneer in his voice. Alright, so the sneer isn’t endearing to everyone, but admit it, you stand with your hands behind your back while singing Oasis songs at karaoke night. My admiration for Oasis notwithstanding, this Kasabian album is, song for song, superior to any Oasis effort of recent years. There may be a lot of different influences at work here, but the whole thing hangs together very well. (more…)

Popdose Flashback: The Stone Roses, “The Stone Roses”

Manchester boasts arguably the most fertile British rock soil, having birthed a million bands from John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers to 10cc to the Buzzcocks and the Smiths. In my lifetime, the scene was never hotter than in the mid-to-late 1980s, when it was dubbed “Madchester” and gave rise to a bunch of bands that all quickly came and went. One of the first, and the hottest, was the Stone Roses, whose self-titled debut hit American shores in 1989.

Not a lot of Americans hipped themselves to The Stone Roses, which is a shame, because it contained some rockin’, melodic tuneage that provided an antidote to the synth-y tripe, hair-metal power ballads, and teenybopper nymphs like Tiffany and Debbie Gibson polluting the charts at the time. These guys shut up and played their funky guitar lines that took their cues straight from James Brown and Parliament as much as they did their 1960s English pop forebears. (more…)