When we wrote about the comeback of not-that-great-in-the-first-place Manc simpletons Northen Uproar, we thought 388 MySpace friends and a wince worthy tour schedule was as bad as it got. We were wrong, so very wrong. Try 88 friends and listing your record label as ‘Major’ despite the fact the band effectively died in a pool of messy afterbirth.
The Montrose Avenue came into public view back in 1998 as a Byrds cover band, singing songs to please ladies - in American accents. Like The Feeling, but a bit more gay and without (as much as we hate to say this) any decent songwriters on board. They were pretty, ignoring the keyboard Nosferatu in the pic above but still, that’s not the point. The point is, they were shit. Evidence can be heard on their MySpace page but also, traced by the fact that one member joined the Stereophonics briefly and one decided to go to a radio station and promote decent bands rather than their own.
So there’s new tracks! Ring the victory bell! When Arctic Monkeys sing Fake Tales of San Francisco, you can’t help thinking of these poor lads – some of which have failed, some of which are obviously having a mid-life crisis in organising this unrequested reunion. Help them out. Or, on the other hand, just watch them flounder and hope that at least one has a guitar string long enough to attach to the top of his garage.
2 comments:
er, actually the montrose avenue haven't haven't reformed. dunno where you got that idea from. they seem to have really wound you up though! perhaps your animosity stems from a latent desire to sleep with them.
To Anonymous (2007)
Sleep with them? Are you some kind of idiot?
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