What you see above is a band who are either very, very clever or monumentally thick. Thick to the point of non-functional. So thick, in fact, that they cease to function as normal humans and simply begin to mill around making grunting noises, dribbling and, in this lots’ case, styling their hair.
They are a band called Raygun. Unheard of until today when this video started doing the rounds on the blogosphere – cheers Popjustice – the hilarity is derived from the plummy public school accents spouting self-assured guff about their utterly bog standard musical output. They are, in their own words:
Iggy Pop, James Brown, David Bowie and Shirley Bassey in a lift
High praise indeed. Well it would be if it hadn’t come from their own eye-linered, smug faces.
The highlight of the video comes I think when the singer spouts this stream of twaddle, ending on a high note.
Be at home, knocking up some beats on Reason or Logic or Ableton or whatever… and then we kind of get together and mash two types of songs, a hybrid of style really. Delia Smith. Psychedelia Smith.
Psychedelia Smith. A contrived phrase so monolithicaly wanky, even one-note punchline Nathan Barley would feel ashamed for using it.
Either this is a highpoint in viral marketing for a clever band, playing the media to get coverage, or a group of cock-ends coddled by industry insiders into believing their own hype and sniffing each others farts.
The takedown notice by management on the original video makes me think it’s the latter.
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Oh dear, I actually think they’re quite good.
I feel dreadful.
The songs are quite well put together, *cringes* I even like the production. The songs are catchy, without being bland *bites lip* and the lead singer is confident and can sing *smashes head against wall* I liked the Scissor Sisters as well, they do sound very similar.
I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…..
One question, why wasn’t the girl playing keyboards in the video also interviewed?
Sorry man – no idea.
The music is – to my ears full of metal and obscurity – just a bit standard. Nothing spectacular, nothing dreadful.
But the things they say about themselves. Oh my.
I know but I’m willing to let that kind of thing go if bands are actually any good.
I’m quite forgiving of bands if they come up with the goods.
I forgive Prince for his weirdness…
I’m keeping an eye on this band called “Dirty Magnets”, they have the most marvelous tunes but awful lyrics.
Remember when you were at school, and there was always one band that everyone thought were good, churning out bog-standard pub rock covers, and another one who played furious grindcore? These are the former. Dreadfully trite.
This has to be a pisstake. Surely?
HAS to be a pisstake.
I’ve seen nothing to suggest piss – take status. Yet. I’m open to the idea…
They’ve been around for ages as The Wire, Raygun & The Adjitatore and now Raygun. They’ve been working with RCA for the last couple of years. Good people & they’ve worked hard and yes they have a big record label who will do what they can to sell their records – that’s how it works…tell me you didn’t know that already?
My favourite bit is when the fresh faced chap on the left who looks a bit like Richie out of 5ive says, with a look of sheer amazement on his face, that they “made a point of all being in the room, you know, playing” like it was the most astonishing, ground-breaking, earth-shattering concept.
I’m with piqued. Cocks.
I definitely smell a rat with this lot.
It’s like some secret hybrid KLF/Chris Morris thing that goes right to the core of central government. Or something.