Arts: Pop: Norwegian? Get away!
THE GETAWAY PEOPLE LONDON SCHOOL OF ECONOMICS
Nick Hasted has been a film journalist since 1986. He writes about film, music, books and comics for The Independent, Sight & Sound, Uncut and Little White Lies. He has published two books: The Dark Story of Eminem (2002), and You Really Got Me: The Story of The Kinks (2011), both from Omnibus Press.
Tuesday 27 October 1998
A month later, their second single, "She Gave Me Love", is at least getting airplay, familiarising a few in the crowd with their Post-Beck Soul Power sound, one part irony to one part passionate conviction. The question is whether they can live up to the apparently spontaneous glee of first impressions.
The LSE's dour lighting doesn't help, making the band's laid-back good humour hard to communicate. The sampladelic tinge to their sound, which makes Beck comparisons inevitable, also seems less important. Honda's keyboard is used not so much for its samples as to fill out the band's sound, adding horns to musicians who combine funk fluidity with tuneful discipline. Boots, meanwhile, gives vent to his theories on appropriate Funk Soul Brother behaviour, noting: "Everybody at the LSE getting down" for the first time since 1975, then pleading, "Beam me up Scottie, now", during "Kneecaps".
With a guitarist doing smirking impressions of his heavy metal brethren, a bassist on loan from the Hair Bear Bunch, and a comical keyboardist, it would be easy to dismiss The Getaway People as a joke. In fact, Boots's funniest asides suggest the band's substance. "Awl right darling!" he blurts out at one point in his best Barbara Windsor. When he switches accents to a New York secretary, then a British Rasta, and inserts references to both "the Newcastle 125 to London, where I found my baby" and American TV, he seems victim and benefactor of a cosmopolitan schizophrenia.
My later discovery that he's half-English, and went to Newcastle University, doesn't dull my impression of someone with distance from areas an Anglo- American pop native would touch only with care. How else to explain their most passionate, and yet most ridiculous, song, "Does My Colour Scare You?", in which Boots takes on the persona of "a white man with a gun in my hand", and ends in crucifixion pose? Add pro-female, often beautiful, yet pastiched lyrics, and this strange, perky package is almost complete. All they need is some word-perfect fans, to bring their songs and showmanship to full, funky flower.
Maisie Williams single-handedly rises to the challengeTV
Arts & Ents blogs
- 1 Saudi preacher who 'raped and tortured' his five -year-old daughter to death is released after paying 'blood money'
- 2 The awkward moment Sarah Palin raised $25,000 for Hillary Clinton's election campaign
- 3 Ball pool for adults opens in London
- 4 Amal Clooney gives excellent response to fashion question at European Court of Human Rights
- 5 Baldness could soon be treated using stem cells, scientists hope
Heavy metal producer's corpse to be mutilated by models as per his dying wish
Game of Thrones: Grey Worm actor Jacob Anderson is all for more male nudity – as long as he can keep his clothes on
Martin Scorsese 'in shock' after death on set of new film Silence
Sia apologises for 'Elastic Heart' music video that sees Shia LaBeouf wrestle 12-year-old Maddie Ziegler
The secret joke hidden in Silence of the Lambs' most famous line
9 reasons Greece's experiment with the radical left is doomed to failure
'We would evict Queen from Buckingham Palace and allocate her council house,' say Greens
Have we reached 'peak food'? Shortages loom as global production rates slow
Greece elections: Syriza and EU on collision course after election win for left-wing party
British grandmother Lindsay Sandiford faces execution by firing squad in Indonesia
Liberal Democrat minister defends comments suggesting immigration causes pub closures