Caimbo – Electric Dreams
Simon says… You know that old proverb advising not to judge a book by its cover? Well, I do it all the time. I’m usually right and I don’t mind taking the hit on my mistakes. Take the hit, keep on smiling, go back to Oxfam Books and try again. I judge record sleeves just the same. My first impression of Caimbo was that I must have stumbled across a joke band like Pink Steel or some sort of Def Leppard tribute act or when Australian climber Ben Cossey repeated Wolfgang Gulich’s super-hard ‘Punks In The Gym’ in the Grampian Mountains, dressed in neon leggings and a false moustache like the maestro himself. Pendants over hairless chests; pink tights, white skinny jeans, cowboy boots and greasy, greasy hair... hilarious, right? Except that it’s not a joke... this is for real... and it’s simply dreadful. Electric Dreams is all Hard-Fi snottiness crowbarred into Razorlight rhythms, jerked along by the thrashing minutiae of 80s metal and that weird period in Britpop when bands like Shed Seven developed a bad habit of finishing their albums with stuttering ten-minute epics. Look, they’re just kids. They're proficient with their instruments, so hopefully they’ll get better when they start listening to music a little more expansive than “The Strokes and Kings of Leon to Rolling Stones and U2.” Pavement would be a good start, as they are the anti-Caimbo. Crooked Rain or Wowee Zowee might do the trick.
Caimbo release this horrible album in April. Something In The Way will be the first single, it’s out on the 14th and it’s horrible as well. I haven’t checked yet but I’d wager that they’ve got about a million teenage girls as Friends on their Myspace site.

Simon says... Paint-by-numbers soul from the veteran 
Simon says... Newton and I were never going to get off on the right foot. I was actually, genuinely, personally offended by his single release of Massive Attack’s achingly beautiful Teardrop. This is important, you see:
Simon says... I've seen a few gigs in my time, and line-ups don't come much better than this: Paul Weller, Graham Coxon, Supergrass, Dirty Pretty Things, New Young Pony Club and Reverend & The Makers have all signed up to Rock Against Homelessness for Crisis. The homeless charity has brought together some of indie's biggest names for an all-day gig at Camden’s Roundhouse on Sunday 2nd March 2008 - including the first and only live performance by the Crisis superband. 
Simon says… From the disjointed robot voice that kickstarts Suck My Deck to the thumping house remix of Romanthony that brings it to a close, Boys Noize makes good on his burgeoning reputation as one of the hottest names in dance music. The Berlin wunderkind brings a decade of turntablism to his first ever mix album, making the latest release from BUGGEDOut! one of the more fluent dance records you’ll come across this year. Dirty, retro electro is thrown against mashed-up techno, sirens and beeps; it all goes into the blender of a lightning-fast DJ who seems to share an attention span with my cousin Kirsty. She has ADD. She can’t watch TV without Ritalin. But anyway, Suck My Deck is like The Avalanches’ glorious Since I Left You with post-traumatic stress… the songs may stutter but the beat goes on. As with so many mix albums, it’s a bit heavy for home listening. This is best suited to the gym or the club or cycling very, very fast through rush hour while ignoring red lights, pedestrians and cops.
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