venerdì 25 settembre 2009

My Vitriol "Finelines"







Io mi chiedo perchè? Perchè un gruppo così meraviglioso ha fatto un disco solo e poi è praticamente sparito nella semi - clandestinità? Io personalmente li avevo visti dal vivo a Milano ed ero rimasto incantanto. Li giudicavo il gruppo più vicino agli Adorable: sferzate di chitarre shoegazer (echi anche a MBV!!) che andavano a cercare la melodia. Intensi, brucianti e rumorosi sapevano anche smorzare i toni ma con un senso di disturbo e di nervosismo sempre presente. Non sono un gruppo da singoli, e da questo disco ne hanno estratti parecchi (memorabile Grounded con il video che vede Vincent Gallo come interprete!!), perchè tutto l'album vive e respira dalla prima all'ultima canzone. Io li attendo, ancora, per il secondo disco. E so che prima o poi le mie preghiere sarannio ascoltate!! (2001 Infectious)

Hailing from the same University Of London digs as Coldplay, and reaching for the mantle of Yank-inflected indie-rock when nu-metal is in the ascendancy, youthful Brit-rock four-piece My Vitriol should really have found this debut album business a bit of an uphill struggle. Somewhat surprisingly, though, they've delivered the goods; at its best, Finelines suggests the dynamic scissor-kick choruses and sleek power-pop of the Foo Fighters, as envisaged through the effects pedals of My Bloody Valentine sound-alchemist Kevin Shields--the spirit of shoegazing spiked with guts, adrenaline and adolescent fantasies of towering walls of noise. Thankfully, too, this is far more substantial than many debut albums; more than just a smattering of hit singles amid a sea of filler, Finelines is pieced together by slick segues and thoughtful sequencing. Even the effortlessly pop moments, such as roller-coaster-grunge peaks "Always: Your Way" and "Losing Touch", don't show up the occasional mellow forays into creeping-feedback guitar ambience. Any criticisms? Only that the reedy vocals of frontman Som Wardner lack a certain soul, making the actual emotional viscera of Finelines a little indirect. Still, on the basis of this fine debut, there's no reason why My Vitriol couldn't be serious "Voice of a Generation" contenders. (Louis Pattison - http://www.amazon.co.uk)


With all the nu-metal shenanigans that have been bombarding the alt-rock scene recently, it would be easy to confuse a band called My Vitriol as an identikit Slipknot/Amen noise-machine. You know, the kind of band that pretend they have their morning's cornflakes swimming in sulphuric acid.
Thankfully, My Vitriol are nothing of the sort. This London-based quartet deal in good old-fashioned indie rock. Their debut album, 'Finelines' boasts a collection of deliciously raucous songs, dripping in bittersweet lyrics that'll smart your throat every time you try to sing along.
If you've heard the singles, you'll know that frontman and songwriter, Som Wardner, has an excellent ear for radio-friendly, catchy tunes. Current single, 'Always Your Way', and last year's releases 'Losing Touch', 'Cemented Shoes' and 'Pieces', drift along with dreamy guitar hooks and powerfully soft vocal harmonies that tease you towards ballad territory, before furiously dragging you by the hair to the mosh pit. He also delivers classic rawk anthem choruses with a delicate vitality and pop-melody that would be right at home on a Foo Fighter's record.
But don't be fooled into thinking that 'Finelines' is an easily-digestible ray of indie sunshine. There's an unnerving dark calm seeping through tracks like 'Infantile', 'Ode To The Red Queen' and 'Under The Wheels', with the spiralling, reverb-drenched indulgency reminiscent of Slowdive and early Verve offerings. Then there's 'C.O.R', half a minute of Nirvana-style, thrash-tastic guitar and pained screaming. Vitriolic indeed.
'Finelines' is like waking-up with a head-caving-in hangover to find you're still in the clothes from the night before and there's a stranger chucking up in your kitchen sink. But as you wonder where it all went wrong, something assures you that it's gonna be alright after-all. In fact, having someone to share your cornflakes with is uncomfortably satisfying. Great, almost. And that's exactly what 'Finelines' is.
But just like Pinkie in Graham Greene's Brighton Rock, where this band get their name, you've got that bottle of vitriol in your pocket. Just in case...(Nichola Browne - http://uk.launch.yahoo.com)

- Alpha Rays
- Always Your Way
- The Gentle Art Of Choking
- Kohlstream
- Cemented Shoes
- Grounded
- C.O.R.
- Infantile
- Ode To The Red Queen
- Tongue Tied
- Windows And Walls
- Laprodane
- Losing Teach
- Pieces
- Falling Off The Floor
- Under The Wheels

MY VITRIOL

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