I’m a sucker for faded seaside glamour, ’50s cool, Phil Spector’s
Wall of Sound and surf-pop, which is why I have fallen head over heels
in love with Two Wounded Birds – my top tip for 2011.
You’d be forgiven for thinking that they hail from some cool Californian
city, but the truth is they’re actually from Margate, the English
songs that sound like they were found nestling at the bottom of Brian
Wilson’s sand pit, or at the back of the cupboard where Richard Hawley
keeps his Brylcreem. The title tune is gorgeous Good Vibrations-meets-garage-pop, while
Summer Dream is all early Beachboys and scuzzy, fuzzy Jesus and Mary
Chain teenage thrills. It’s not all fun, fun, fun, mind – Two Wounded Birds can also
perfectly capture the other side of summer. My Lonesome (my favourite song of theirs) is pure moody ’50s film
noir, with twanging guitars and creepy fairground organ – like a
soundtrack to David Lynch doing a surf movie.
Tarantinoesque tale of revenge – and Night Patrol – all rockabilly
riffing and murder and mayhem under the cover of darkness.
because you never know what’s lurking just beneath the surface… http://www.myspace.com/twowoundedbirdsofficial