All comparisons to the The Futureheads should be swept aside, Maximo Park are on their own road. Bring on the album.
It’s certainly more interesting than yet another bastard twanging a guitar; accompanied by drums played in a flat four claiming to be ‘innovative’.
As Beck strummed on his hollowed out instrument, his band took a short siesta, sitting down at a table on stage, complete with food and glasses of wine.
The effect will be less live music, and a greater homogenisation of new music in general.
Devendra is a performer who is able to slow down or speed bits up, to change bits around, and go off on little flourishes on a whim.
The giants of Bristol’s recent musical past have all played here, but Kosheen are shit, Massive Attack have become shit and Portishead and Tricky have just gone. How will the city’s new breed live up to their (mostly) glorious history?