HIP TO BE SQUARE

It isn’t hip to like the Rumble Strips. They’re the kind of band your mother would invite over for tea because she thought she’d seen them looking your way at church, or because they were on their way to becoming dentists. And in a way, she’d be right. The Rumble Strips are a band who would do right by you. They’d clean up after supper, talk to your father about football and never show up with dirty finger nails. But what Mummy wouldn’t realise, and what Daddy wouldn’t dream of, is that the minute their back was turned, the Rumble Strips would be giving it to you, hard, against the kitchen sink. So don’t let their barber shop quartet, butter wouldn’t melt demeanour fool you too, this band are pop punks and they ROCK. Last Thursday’s Rockfeedback Christmas show at the Lexington saw them ripping up the floor and jittering up the ceiling. We danced ‘til our feet were sore. Lead singer Charlie Waller sings with a wide operatic mouth and the face of a particularly expressive mime artist. The audience fell a little in love, hypnotised by his bulging eyes. Catch them on New Years Eve at the Stag’s Head in Hoxton (just don’t tell your mother.)


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