In the mid 1990s when dance was the thing, music was vacuous. But not always in a bad way. It was a kind of escape, the way record after record built up to nothing. Nobody bothered with words, which I found frustrating at times. Hard Fi represent the swing of the pendulum. Consider Cash Machine. It’s a bad novel set to music, about some bastard you can’t care about who’s decided to run out on his pregnant girlfriend. A better plot twist (and stage act) would have him topping himself.
Anyway. Today Hard Fi treated us to a superb cover of White Stripes’ Seven Nation Army and snarled their through a surprisingly punky set (though the lead’s stage pater let them down). I’m not convinced yet, but they could mature into something interesting.
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