We Are Scientists

Third, and most important, never, ever, ever, describe something as being like something else on acid. In fact, just steer well clear of the whole drug/band simile thing. It isn't big, it isn't clever and moreover, it makes you look like a complete tool. Get fruity with your descriptions. Confuse. Write something so ridiculously contrived that people will assume that it's actually really clever and it's just the feebleness of their intellect preventing them understanding it.

Ach. Screw that. Hear this:
*chew*
*chew*
*chew*?
That's the rules being eaten. That's me, chowing down on them. Mmmm. The rules taste good.

Because I like We Are Scientists. I think they're great. To me, they're like Napalm Death on copious amount of peyote.

This balmy evening, in the grounds of Somerset House - a setting grand enough to make you feel like you've somehow stepped into a lost scene from Pride & Prejudice (where Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennett drink pear cider and hit the festivals) - I had a fantastic time. I grinned and I gurned and I punched the air at the myriad of occasions that We Are Scientists songs serve up so invitingly.

Thing is, I'm not even that fond of the last record. But live, WAS just step up a notch. They're charming and witty and just plain funny. And if we're talking about rules being crushed, there goes another one. Bands shouldn't be funny. Generally, it's a bad thing.

But they make it work. This Scene Is Dead sounded great, Textbook was a beautifully melancholy interlude and the set closing The Great Escape was as bouncy as ever. Plus it offered an unsurpassed opportunity to shout "Fuck that" within spitting distance of the Inland Revenue.

So kids, sometimes you should just say bollocks to the rules. I did, and look where it's got me...

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