Lords, Get Me Through The Wrong Way Home...

Sometimes, when I have to wait too long for the right train, I get the wrong train home. The right train is right train, because it leads me through hills of Royal fecundity. The wrong train is the wrong train because it leads me to the barren barren heath.

Last night, I got the wrong train. And last night, the barren barren heath was bathed in grey broken light, swept by wind - weighed down by history and host only to a murder of crows and grown men trying to fly with kites. Brutal and desperate in equal measure. But the scene was only complete with an appropriate soundtrack, and last night, that was These New Puritans.

With distorted concussion/percussion, low freq-buzzing bass, fuzzed vocals and background squawks and bleeps, and lyrics concerned with Middle Age physiological beliefs and the contextual crimes of the Empire, These New Puritans take a determined step away from the current crop of perhaps simpler pleasures.

Dressed in a uniform part suicidal-Mod-in-negative, part youth movement, and with a clinical, pre-tensed live set, they almost dare accessibility. But with tunes not too far removed from Elvis Costello classics, and chant along vocals, there creeps through an almost pop sensibility that allows the listener in. So dark and foreboding, yes, but also enticing and the the right side of salvation. Enough to get you through the wrong way home, anyway.

They've been in the studio putting together an EP which will hopefully see the light of day sooner rather than later, and have some live appearances coming up starting tonight at the 333, Artrocker on the 27th of June, and In Your Ear at 93 Feet East on the 28th of July. For more demo clips, videos and impenetrable musings, their website is the best bet, closely followed by their Myspace.

These New Puritans - I Want To Be Tracy Emin

These New Puritans - C16th