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The Persecuted: BritainicanaThe second album from the band project fronted by Black * Scarr’s Johnny Black again offers a series of playfully caustic observations on contemporary British life, except this time round the sound often has a harder, rockier edge tempering its country persuasions. Case in point the opening I Think We Need To Talk About Kevin with its stabbing guitar Clash influences, borrowing the title of Leonard Shriver’s novel for a lyric about modern youth’s unhealthy cyber obsessions. There’s a moody blues-rock feel on the Desperate Housewife too, a snapshot of domestic depression and a dead end life for which there no mother’s little helpers, that comes with a snarling guitar solo and, likewise, the percussion-driven Natasha Kaplansky Keeps Singing The Blues, a kindred musical spirit perhaps to Happy Mondays as Black lists the many, many downsides of growing old and “getting checked for lumps and bumps.” Indeed, quite a few of the songs here deal with the advancing years. One of several twangsome numbers, Mid-Life Crisis pretty much sums itself up in its tale of a married man who “buys a motorbike and grows a goatee beard” in a doomed attempt to recapture his lost youth. Written in response to how the ranks of those rock stars we grew up with are gradually thinning out, soaked with pedal steel, Dropping Like Flies is a honky tonk tune to which those of a certain age will ruefully relate. But since you can’t hold back the years, then there’s no point moping about it, thus 90s Days To Live a choogling rockabilly riffing blues about being given a terminal diagnosis and resolving to go out in flames. There are, of course, also a clutch of songs about matters of the heart other than how long it will keep beating. Wailing harmonica and ringing twangy guitars are the order of the day for the Beatles-ish Crazy Jane (And The Lovesick Fool), an influence that spills over into the skip along Revolution. The tale of a bloke too much of a coward to dump his girl in person, I Just Couldn’t Say It To Your Face offers more country twang while they take the pace down for a brace of ballads with the chiming melody of Pushing Me Away’s poignant tale of a relationship in crisis and, shifting the theme, the organ-backed Prove The Doubters Wrong, a defiant song (with a guitar line that I suspect nods to Suspicious Minds) about determining to not live up to everyone’s low expectations, even if that’s easier said than done. However, they save the best for last and the five-minute Byrdsian circling jangle of Death On The Dance Floor, an account of the humiliation of being given the cold shoulder in trying to chat up some girl at the local dance that will resonate with many, though in the last verse before the lengthy play out they do at least vicariously get their own back. Ignore the somewhat clunky album title, this is up there with the very best of homegrown Americana and, if they could get some sort of national radio or TV play to provide the incentive to gig beyond their London stomping grounds, they would deservedly develop the following they assuredly warrantt.
The Persecuted - "BRITAINICANA" A Series of Very British Melodramas Labelled With Love. It seems like a lifetime since I first heard The Persecuted’s self-titled 2015 debut album which I loved and quaintly described as ‘Gastro-Pub Rock’, so I was giddy with excitement when I opened the envelope and read the handwritten accompanying letter (remember them kids?) that came with this, their second disc BRITAINICARNA. That was two days ago and if I tell you I sat outside my house last night at midnight, after a ten hour shift at work just so I could listen to the last minute of Pushing Me Away you will understand how much I love this one too
American like so many of their contemporaries. There is a definite Country ‘Twang’ to I Just Couldn’t Say It To Your face; and the theme of a coward trying to get out of a relationship is universal, as are all of the stories here; and Johnny Black’s droll voice makes it the very essence of what they have dubbed ‘Britainicana’. Although these songs are perfect for AOR Radio; I doubt they will ever get played on that medium which is a loss to people everywhere; especially if Dropping Like Flies gets lost in the midst of time. While we’ve all moved on this ode to the death of David Bowie captures the feeling of embodiment seeing Ziggy on TOTP that first night gave a whole generation then 40 years later the utter sadness at the Dame’s passing.
Released May 1st 2017
NO DEPRESSION The Roots Music Authority Since 1995 Review By Harrisonaphotos The Persecuted - The Persecuted Much like you, I’d never heard of the Persecuted before receiving this, their debut album but now I’ve played it to death over a week’s constant rotation in the car, I can’t wait to see them play these songs live in either a scruffy back room of a pub or at a massive festival; I’m not fussed which. It took a while for the penny to drop; but if this had been an old fashioned LP the first side would be a collection of quintessentially English kitchen sink dramas a la Squeeze in their early days and when you turn it over the second side is the missing link between the end of the Mekons and the first Waco Brothers album (and I don’t use those band names lightly!). Album opener Slash My Wrists (W11 3DA) is an attention grabber of a tale of small town or Inner City boredom; where too much to drink is the all too easy solution to young people’s woes; and this is followed by Popping Pills a jaunty but harrowing tale; not akin to the Rolling Stones Mother’s Little Helper, about a housewife’s dependency on ‘pills’ to get her through the day. Little Britain offers a weary take on the Chav Culture (Trailer Trash?) that is taking over too many of our housing estates and the helplessness ‘nice people’ feel. My second side opens with City of Fallen Angels (CV10 9HR) which follows on from the first couple of tracks; scarily touching on the part of ‘broken Britain’ that gets forgotten about. The last few tracks are a lot more up-tempo; still ‘stories’ with an English spine but the tunes are now more Country flavoured and ‘edgy’ in a Waco Brothers way that I alluded to earlier and in singer Johnny Black they have an earthier version of ‘Jonboy’ Langford from the Wacos/Mekons. No Country album would be complete without a sad love song and that’s what this ends with; Red, White and Blues which has all the hallmarks of an end of show sing along. If only we could shave 30 years off each band member’s birth certificate and 6 inches off their waist band and they would be perfect for the New Wave of Student bands that are sweeping the Nation at the moment; but sadly the foursome are all men of a ‘certain age’ and their signature tune (and mine?) I Wish I was Still Eighteen sums up what it must be like to still be in a Rock and Roll band in your forties.
The Persecuted – The Persecuted
One Man's View On The World Of Americana, Blues, Country, Alt Country & Folk Music Review By The Rocking Magpie The Persecuted – The Persecuted Much like you, I’d never heard of the Persecuted before receiving this, their debut album but now I’ve played it to death over a week’s constant rotation in the car, I can’t wait to see them play these songs live in either a scruffy back room of a pub or at a massive festival; I’m not fussed which. It took a while for the penny to drop; but if this had been an old fashioned LP the first side would be a collection of quintessentially English kitchen sink dramas a la Squeeze in their early days and when you turn it over the second side is the missing link between the end of the Mekons and the first Waco Brothers album (and I don’t use those band names lightly!). Album opener Slash My Wrists (W11 3DA) is an attention grabber of a tale of small town or Inner City boredom; where too much to drink is the all too easy solution to young people’s woes; and this is followed by Popping Pills a jaunty but harrowing tale; not akin to the Rolling Stones Mother’s Little Helper, about a housewife’s dependency on ‘pills’ to get her through the day. Little Britain offers a weary take on the Chav Culture (Trailer Trash?) that is taking over too many of our housing estates and the helplessness ‘nice people’ feel. My second side opens with City of Fallen Angels (CV10 9HR) which follows on from the first couple of tracks; scarily touching on the part of ‘broken Britain’ that gets forgotten about. The last few tracks are a lot more up-tempo; still ‘stories’ with an English spine but the tunes are now more Country flavoured and ‘edgy’ in a Waco Brothers way that I alluded to earlier and in singer Johnny Black they have an earthier version of ‘Jonboy’ Langford from the Wacos/Mekons. No Country album would be complete without a sad love song and that’s what this ends with; Red, White and Blues which has all the hallmarks of an end of show sing along. If only we could shave 30 years off each band member’s birth certificate and 6 inches off their waist band and they would be perfect for the New Wave of Student bands that are sweeping the Nation at the moment; but sadly the foursome are all men of a ‘certain age’ and their signature tune (and mine?) I Wish I was Still Eighteen sums up what it must be like to still be in a Rock and Roll band in your forties.
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