The Critic

Last week I had the honour of reviewing the Buffalo Riot. An awesome band by anyone’s standards. I saw them first all the way back in August and immediately I was blown away. In a scene so fraught with Oasis wannabes and The La’s repeats like a bad pork pie, these guys are a refreshing change from the usual Liverpool usual suspects. Don’t get me wrong there are loads of good bands that play in Liverpool Peter and the Wolf, The Hat Band, The Random Family. But sometimes it is hard to find someone truly original. When I do reviews, sometimes it’s hard to say what I need to say about them. They’re not bad. But they’re not that good either. There’s no originality, technically they perform well, and they know their arse end from an elbow of a guitar, but how can I say it? There’s nowt spesh. I suppose you need to kiss many frogs before you find a prince, and the same goes for music. Fuck. I can’t sing for shit, and I have no discernible music talent. I have a Music GCSE but that’s as far as it goes. So who am I to say? But I do know what I like, and I do like to think I have pretty good taste. Those years spent poring over Smash Hits and Top of the Pops magazine cannot have gone to waste. (Latterly Q and Kerrang) So when I say a band is good, I mean it. When I want to say a band is crap, I’m usually very diplomatic (as in life) so I give constructive criticism. As if I have the right. Ha. What I’m trying to say in my own little drunken way is that I’m very lucky to be given the opportunity to expound my opinions just because I know how to string a sentence together.

So back to The Buffs instead of my own neurotic shit. They played a great set last week and I suggest you check them out. http://www.myspace.com/thebuffaloriot

And if you would like to see the full review, catch it here www.guestlistmusic.com

See ya soon!