Another day, another dollar, another London band who met at a party.
first eighteen seconds of Sandy are, in this context, new. It opens,
unaccompanied, to some frankly bizarre vocals: James Walsh meets
Bush at a Weimar cabaret in Camden in 1979.
Sadly, the promise isn't met. The song tries hard, wheeling out
guitars and barked choruses - but C-Jags are only a three piece, and as
Van Oestren's voice normalises, the holes in their sound never let this
reach above the standard indie yelping. For dirty rock, it's all sadly
distortion that purrs, chord changes that pass properly over the
Drought; unfulfilled promise; absence - this is the sound of C-Jags.
Something else is needed: it's The Strokes without Nick Valensi;
B.R.M.C. with fewer drugs; Adam Ant with only one