sabato 22 gennaio 2011

Kid Galahad "Gold Dust Noise"

Ci mettono dentro un pò di tutto i ragazzi pur di piacere e gli echi di mille altri gruppi si sentono e si sprecano, ma manca il cuore, quello proprio non sono rusciti a trasmetterlo. Piacevoli, simpatici, manca veramente la sostanza! (2002 Ignition)

Scrap the National Paedophiles Register, let's have an Evil Manipulative Record Producer's Register instead.
And top of the list is whichever git heard the alcopop-frazzled-Dandy Warhols vivacity of Kid Galahad's debut single 'Stealin' Beats' and thought 'A-HA! All this band could be the next Kula Shaker!'
Luckily the Maidenhead maestros are blessed with enough songwriting wallop to punch through the dadrock gloss: look beyond the riffage and 'Salvation' and the superb honky-tonk lament 'Skedaddle' expose a plaintive delicacy of Big Ballad.
It's a scandal: Kid Galahad are one of our most effervescent pop bands and some bastard wants to keep them locked in the Later… green room until they turn into Hurricane #1. Petition your MP NOW. (Mark Beaumont -

The Maidenhead rockers Kid Galahad have talent in abundance and, as this album's exuberant opening track "Where's My Gold?" attests, no lack of ambition either.
Indeed, Gold Dust Noise sounds like an A&R person's wet dream – albeit one stuck in a Nineties Britpop timewarp.
So although as musically articulate as earlier Thames Valley rockers like Radiohead and (particularly) Supergrass, Kid Galahad display little originality or innovation here, as tracks recall the modes and manners of an earlier decade: the sample-rock of EMF ("Where's My Gold?"), the prog-rock smarts of Mansun ("Pack It in"), and the dubby trip-hop of the Bristol diaspora ("I Don't Wanna Play").
It's all cleverly done and nicely varied in style, with the shrill complexity of tracks such as "Swimming to Shore" and "Runaway Train" balanced by the more laissez-faire attitude of "Skedaddle".
But there's never a compelling expression of the band's own personality, a concern perhaps hinted at in lyrics, which lament feeling left behind ("I took a wrong turn in the human race/I tried to catch up but I lost the pace") and reveal a desire to escape to more "happening" territory ("I would have run off sooner but I couldn't feel my legs").
The secret is probably not to play catch-up constantly, but to head out for their own sound. They obviously have the ability. (Andy Gill -

- Where's My Gold?
- Stealin' Beats
- Skedaddle
- Swimming The Shore
- Salvation
- Runaway Train
- Pack It In
- World Crashes Down
- Distant Sunshine
- I Don't Wanna Play


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