As Canada's annual slaughter of floundering harp seal pubs stirs Paul McCartney to a state of indignation and causes Morrissey to boycott Canada, along come a band called The Seal Cub Clubbing Club with a five-track EP. What publicity-seeking cretins are these, I hear vegetarians cry?
Such a name would be bad enough, but the Merseyside collective's EP closes with a track is called I'm Gonna Get That Rabbit. "Someday I say I'm gonna get that rabbit and rip-it-un-stuff it! Pull-out fur-from it!" it says here. Here are people who delight in accosting and murdering some of the cutest animals on the planet. Why should we give them our money?
The only reason would be for their music and, howls of indignation be damned, it's damned good - and thrillingly varied. EP opener Celine is helium-filled vocals akin to The Darkness howling over ZZ-Top guitar riffs and frantic drums for the first couple of minutes of frantic bludgeoning. Then an air of lo-fi psychedelia sets in and points the whole enterprise in the direction of Pink Floyd. It's likely to go down very well live.
Drums In Der Night is a memorable little indie number with vocal harmonies and scarcely legible lyrics that rocks along happily. World of Fashion is a layered, textured work pinned on a repeated guitar phrase. It seagues into Threebie, full of sound FX, echo-laden production and what sounds like a knackered tape of a piano part.
And the rabbit? I for one haven't a clue what any of the lyrics are, so I can't relay the paw lop's fate, but this grungey number ends an EP that suggests The Seal Cub Clubbing Club have enough to distinguish them from the 35 million other indie rock bands championed by certain publications. So if you're small, cute and furry, and especially if you have big floopsy ears, now's your time to flee.