Song of the day – 280: Pris
“Songwriting is for losers” – Cat Gordon, Pris
This is so fucking NICE!
One great way of judging music is thus: “Are the band having way more fun than me? Do I wanna go get stupid inebriated amnesiac with them? Do I want to fool-dance manically down the front and trip over BANG among the drum pedals?” Are they the anti-Daisy Lowe? The anti-Tori Amos? The anti-Kings OF FUCKING LEON? Do they perform in their underwear? ARE THEY HAVING MORE FUN THAN THE OTHER 50,000 PEOPLE IN THE ROOM COMBINED? Yes, yes yes!
I knew nothing about London four-piece – they like to pretend they’re a three-piece in most of the photographs, but I’m guessing that’s cos they’ve got a bloke drummer – Pris 10 minutes ago, but now I have a delirious major pop crush on them. Their music is reasonably straight spunky indie, but with fucking tons of energy and some snarky lyrics and a real attitude problem… all major pluses, my friends. All major pluses. They create homemade videos that flicker, and understand beauty is not to be gained using other people’s measures. Trust me on this. This is really fucking good. Catch them now. The NME will be all over them in three months time if they haven’t already accepted the Converse dollar and gone the Vice route.
Pris have the innate good sense to picture-drop Blondie, and quote Marilyn Monroe (or is it Kurt Cobain?): “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely stupid. And when it comes down to it, I let them think what they want. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I am already better than them…”
There’s a touch of early Manic Street Preachers, and Shampoo, about them somewhere. And OF COURSE Courtney, back when she was fun.