The Suzukis songs are anthems, the kind of anthems they will be singing on the terraces if we had any terraces left. The band don’t even know themselves how good they are. The Suzukis have got that punk rock raw power, except there is no agenda here, no freaky wardrobe; just four lads having a laugh and creating a huge wall of sound.
The Suzukis hammer out their tunes knowing the simple songs are always the best. These songs will start riots. They will be the soundtrack for the next generation of bored youth growing up in forgotten towns; this is the sound of council estate Britain.
Chris Veasey spits his vocals out with that kind of attitude that primetime Liam had in spades. However he has also got his own manner, a brusque northern no bullshit, hands in pockets, staring into the void stance. He claims his words are about nothing but then he would!
The Suzukis are also brilliant musicians. Robert Warnes is a great bassist. He’s the spine of the band. The bass really hammers it out, driving the songs along with a deep, almost dub sound, but driving like the Pistols, locking with Stuart Robinson’s sweatshod drums. Adam Bamford’s guitar hammers out three chord riffs that stick in your mind but also crank up the adrenaline pile driving the songs. There’s such a great power in brutal simplicity. The guitar is ruthless, yet sneaks off into psychedelic dub soundscapes. The sort of psychedelic finery- the classic north west psychedelia- the mystic scaly kind of stuff perfected by the Stone Roses and loved by generations of bands since then. They have that indefinable weirdness and strange twist that seems to bubble out from the least likely of bands.
The Suzukis are a real gang, it’s the classic case of the band against the world. The sheer power of their songs reflects this and will manifests itself in their huge wall of sound when they play in stadiums next year.
They look like the kind of street youth that the Daily Mail is so scared of and have songs that everyone is going to be singing in a few months time. And Thank fuck for that because British guitar bands have got so boring recently. Everything sounds so watered down. Where’s the anger? Where’s the adrenalin? There’s got to be a band with some kind of edge. Some kind of attitude and that’s The Suzukis.
The Suzukis are in your face and their music taps into the raw aggression that is the real England.
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