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Mike Whittaker: Bass
Jasper Kemp/Will Pattenden/Alex DeRenzi: Drums
Marcus Volkert/Reuben Kemp/Chris Langeland: Guitar
Thee Vicars formed for exactly the right reason: they were sick to death the typical, boring, run-of-the-mill indie bands around their area playing the same kind of music as everyone else.
They believed that life was too short for boring music. They had self-belief and faith in what they did. They want to stomp on all the evil music they hear week in, week out in their small little town.
They said they were “ready to, if it comes to it, to kick kung fu style all the shit bands into orbit! They would set the bullshit bands’ hair straighteners on fire. . .make them melt, and their hair go curly! Make them go out and buy a belt for their jeans! So they sit at the right height! Not with their arses hanging out! So kids, do you wanna be the problem? Or do you wanna be the solution?”
They went on stage in their home town of Bury St Edmunds to Beatlemania type screams from local teenage girls. Their manic energy was palpable, they hit you with a jolt, almost like receiving an electric shock. But then one would hope that would be the case if you were still aged aged just 17 and playing raw rock’n’roll that is shot through with a punk and garage band aesthetic, whilst visually resembling The Jam in 1978 (but a whole lot better looking).
Thee Vicars is in line with good Revival Garage rock groups by pure scenic style , dress and British musical worthy of the sixties.
If the dozen three-minute surges of short, sharp guitar-bass-drums-vox on Psychotic Beat, sounds as though it was produced on vintage equipment, that’s surely the point: to make Thee Vicars seem like a mainline back to the source, to bands like the Seeds, the Sonics and the Standells.
Ironically, in displaying barely a drop of originality, Thee Vicars actually sound fabulously fresh when set against 2009’s crop of synth-pop bunnies.
The Dirty Water Records is always a guarantee for lovers of garage rock. The English label dismisses three new individual of the same band voted to the god of fuzz. It begins with Thee Vicars, who shoot their brand of garage rock vaguely Black Lips, at least as far as the A-side of the disk, Every Day, although some eschew the lo-fi more stringent in favor of a much more sound sixties (with a long intro Music Machine), less contaminated by contemporary sounds, a nice fuzz that sometimes explodes dramatically and a guitar solo that winks 'eye psychedelia more acidic.
Hailing from Bury St Edmunds these maestros of the turbine tones make a clatter to rattle yer knackers to and judder your primitive instincts with. Imagine a fully oiled musical machine made bare, injected with a sublime life-force built on horror and degradation and then ordered to make music in the deepest, unholy cavern where only the most curious doth tread.
Along come Thee Vicars, a band not yet out of their teens from the shit town Bury St. Edmunds. They're loud, snotty, and play loud garage punk rock 'n' roll! That's enough for you to go get it, but I'll tell you a little more. Their Dirty Water Records debut Back On The Streets is a celebration of controlled rock 'n' roll noise from start to finish.
Compared to The Seeds, similarities can be heard in bass and drums but Thee Vicars don’t have their psychedelic, Monkees style irony, despite being garbed as Wild West undertakers. What they do have is raw enthusiasm, Jam crossed with punk, heavy metal, rock, touch of hillbilly, Ska/Mod with wardrobe malfunction, mud splattered sharp creases, at times uncoordinated kitchen sink chaos, but great fun.
The Jack Cades deliver a throwback 60’s garage rock that is clean, simple, fun and unfiltered. These mostly two to three-minute tracks don’t contain anything that you have not heard before and that is the best quality of The Jack Cades. The scorching guitar during “You’ve Seen It All” will keep your volume turned up while Elsa Whittaker shows off some swagger on “Identity Crisis” when she asks the question “why don’t you be yourself?” and lets out a scream. This kind of fire and strum is what you will find on Music For Children and will make The Jack Cades your favorite new listen.
The Jack Cades is a mix of a shared passion for inspirational sounds such as 1960s Garage bands, Snotty Punk from the 1970s, Sun-kissed sweaty Rhythm ‘n’ Blues, and a lot of inspirational people.
Today we’re thrilled to introduce you to The Jack Cades–a “supergroup” of sorts hailing from the UK. Specializing in 60’s era garage/psych/rhythm & blues, with a gob of snotty punk thrown in for good measure, the band kicked things off in late 2017 when lead guitarist/vocalist Mike Whittaker and his wife, rhythm guitarist/vocalist Elsa Whittaker, decided to record some tracks at Matthew “Mole” Lambert‘s notorious State Records Studios in Folkestone, Kent.
New garage freakbeat supergroup release their debut album on Dirty Water Records. Nathan Whittle checks it out and finds a band pulling in some classic influences to create a solid first outing.
Hometown: Bury St Edmunds.
The lineup: Mike Whittaker (bass, lead vocals), Chris Langeland (guitar, backing vocals) , Marcus Volkert (guitar, backing vocals) and Will Pattenden (drums).