The Music with Daybreaks at Lee's Palace (529 Bloor West), Wednesday (February 19). $16. 416-532-1598. Rating: NNNNN
Calling your band the Music is kinda lame. Calling your band the Music, then releasing a self-titled album is even lamer. Uh, The Music by the Music? Oh, yeah. That's clever. The Music, from Leeds, come highly endorsed, however. They were once called the best unsigned band in Britain by BBC Radio 1's Steve Lamacq (they were later signed to Hut Recordings), and the NME said they're potentially the most important group since Oasis.
Their impressive first full-length release features high-powered psychedelic indie rock with dancy backbeats and combines elements of 70s arena rock, prog, Zeppelin and later offshoots like the Stone Roses, Spiritualized and a great big dose of Jane's Addiction. Listening to this record, it's hard to believe that not one of these guys is over 20.
Over the phone from his parents' home, though, guitarist and vocalist Robert Harvey sounds pretty much like your average disaffected teenager. Getting him to elaborate on anything is like pulling teeth. I manage, sort of, but wind up wondering if this is the same guy I can hear rocking out on The Music, piling excellent phrasing atop dense rhythms in a high-pitched wail. Plus, he's a dancing motherfucker onstage.
The Music didn't grow up listening to any of the bands they're often compared to, like Zeppelin or the Roses.
"I knew Led Zeppelin would come up," Harvey sighs, bored with me already. "I grew up listening to Michael Jackson and Motown and stuff. We all were listening to, like, totally different things. Stu (Coleman, bass) listened to, like, Black Sabbath and AC/DC, and Adam (Nutter, guitar) listened to, like, Elton John and Dire Straits. And then we got into different things, like, I got into, like, football and just random shit, really, and then we came back to music."
OK. So the band finds inspiration in all kinds of places, such as in art. Harvey, however, won't name artists or even types of art he finds inspiring. Finally he says, "Art is everywhere, isn't it? It's something that's created by accident."
Hear that, all you artists out there slaving away, practically killing yourselves for the sake of creation? Take a load off. Wait for an accident. Cocky little fuck.
"Like the conversation we're having now. You're gonna create something out of it. That's art."
Now, that I like. I take back the "cocky little fuck" crack. Look at me! I'm an artist! I ask if he's going to write a song about me.
Oh. Cocky little fuck.
Coming from a working-class city where big, burly men apparently beat the crap out of skinny, long-haired kids for sport, you might think the Music would be thrilled with their success and the massive hype they've generated. Don't be silly.
"I don't care," says Harvey.
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