So, everyone, it’s that time of year again when young lads skank about the country with their hands in their pockets (a bit like Dutchy actually) and have their shoulders arched like some sort of hybrid between an extra from Shaun of the Dead & Liam Gallagher. Copies of Loaded & GQ magazine are selling like hot cakes, subscriptions to the Television X and Babestation channels are up ten fold, the moon is out and everyone can smell blood, it can only mean one thing … yup … Lock up ye whiskey, your Warriors DVD and batten down the hatches chaps … Kasabian have a new album out!!
This week sees the release from the Brummy lad’s new, rather splendidly titled album: ‘West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum’ which will probably be followed by a tour (supporting Oasis no doubt) as well. As regards Kasabian, I must admit, they’re one of them bands I’ve never really loved or loathed if you know what I mean? I can take them or leave them, but I must admit there is a certain roguish element to the two main members that I do kind of like.
Tom Meighan (the singer) is not too scared of what he says and is always ready to come out with some balderdash comment that he jumps into feet first with his eyes well and truly shut tight as he holds court standing on the table down his local boozer holding two pints of Scrumpy aloft. ** adopts rather crude Brummy accent ** “yaw can fook rooyte orrrfff moiyte” (I know, that was utter shite and I can only apologise to anyone reading this who is situated in The Midlands area) On the other hand there’s Serge Pepperoni. He’s a much more tamer, milder mannered well educated (it seems) man who looks more at home sitting off in the corner of a pub talking ‘the arts’ in a one-on-one setting. The other theree I wouldn’t know if I fell over them.
As for their songs they’ve came out with a few whoppers in the shape of Club Foot & Reason is Treason, but they’ve also came out with a few turkeys with the likes of Shoot the Runner & the latest song Fire. But, even though many members of the press see them as mere Oiks from the common Black Country, the main thing these lads have when they get together is the influence they hold over their army of fans and many other young lads who have no allegiance towards them yet. That’s why the kids love them as they see them as fellow commoners.
If you think about it though, you really can see why many lads do like the likes of Kasabian and fellow Black Country Indie Rockers: The Enemy as there is a certain grass-roots feel to them or bands of the people as they like to call themselves. These are the type of lads who wouldn’t think twice about having a punch up to defend their mate’s honour over the slightest drunken altercation and then go round to their ma’s the next day for tea trying their best to explain the rather stunning black eye they are sporting wasn’t a total waste of time and effort. They are a celebration of all things ‘laddish’ and the perfect sound track to a good old fashioned lad’s night out starting off in the local and ending in the doorway of Sayers covered in spew at five in the morning!! (Wrighty’s Karaoke though, maybe that can be swerved along the way eh to save any embarrassment all around?).
Don’t get me wrong here though, I don’t think the way Kasabian act is not entirely all their own doing as they have basically been hanging around with (and learning from) the best in the trade who practically wrote the book on how to be a ‘lad’ = Oasis. Liam Gallagher (Love him or hate him) is quite possibly the epitome of what every moody young men in Britain (and elsewhere) strive to be. Personally I reckon he models himself on Harry Enfield’s character Kevin the Teenager to be honest though. As for Noel, he’s the more refined clever, more approachable and I supposed you could say intelligent member of their band who wouldn’t seem out of place ‘talking the arts’.
Ring any bells, Serge?
Mol
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