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July 17, 2006 | by  | in Music |
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Field Music

Everything is brilliant in Leeds. And in Sunderland. And Sheffield. Yes, the counties are rising in Albion, if you believe the NME, and Pete, Carl and fellow London crack addicts. The Paddingtons can quietly sod off, because the ‘norf’ is dancing to the sound of spiky post-punk art school foolery.

Field Music pic.With original Futureheads’ drummer Peter Brewis and his brother David on vocal duties and Maximo Park’s drummer on loan, you might expect more of the same from this Sunderland collective’s debut. Not so. Instead, this is a shimmering, gorgeous piece of psychedelic folk-inspired pop music that frustratingly hints at perfection to come, more than it actually delivers. With vocal harmonies and layers indebted to Pet Sounds and chiming guitars (Andrew Moore’s piano filling in for Lennon) nicked straight from Abbey Road or even Sergeant Pepper’s, this is an album that goes straight for the acid-flipped, peace and happiness loving 60s jugular. And for all that, it’s a twisted, twee little masterpiece all of its own, lifted along by odd piano flourishes and the kind of lyrical innocence that restores faith in humanity. Second single ‘You Can Decide’ is the most immediately compelling track, assisted by a stonking piano line, handclaps to a time signature decidedly off, and lush harmony. ‘Got To Write A Letter’, with snappy acoustic guitar and soaring keys, and closer ‘You’re So Pretty…’ are as close to perfect as I think songs can be. When I wasn’t jumping up and down on my bed clapping along, however, I was hopelessly frustrated at the unfinished sketches and half thought out diversions that litter the album, hinting at elusive capabilities far beyond this, this tease of a first album.

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BORN WITH a cigarette in one hand and The Trial in other, Bea meant to go on as she started. Music wasn’t her first love, but her first love ended in a fight over rightful ownership of a Velvet Underground LP and the kitchen knife, so she chose the kinder option and stuck with it. In her spare time she enjoys casting aspersions, skulking, and making sweeping statements. She never checks her facts: figures it’s a way to live a little, to have arguments with people, then meet them. She’s currently writing a collection of short stories inspired by Schopenhauer’s manifesto of suffering and the Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster. When it gets published, she’s pretty sure that boy will want to hold her hand.

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