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The Farmer's Boys

For the treasure hunter had everything against advance: the group name and the cover of their most remembered album, a postcard is not particularly appealing embedded in a background of new wave design not very seductive. But though often covers both the artist and say it is capable of expressing, in this case the continent ran largely left out of content. Sponsorship of an oracle of pedigree as John Peel, an ardent defender of the group, did not help to reserve a place of prestige. The story, big or small, were reduced to a point indistinguishable, but a third, secret, deal with entrusting a place in the sun. That

requetesabida who crossed the crossing of the day: early recordings on labels unknown to result in a sudden and ambiguous interest from the major shift in order to respond to the demand overcrowded Top Of The Pops to bet while to compete with the equally large clientele of boys and girls of the Wave in which by then was known otherwise. They had no luck. The competition was fierce and his apparent humility was eclipsed by other unhealthy egos and greed of criticism. The adventure is over, so when the almighty EMI decided that two albums under his auspices were more than enough to record the group's intentions. Good kids, but not morbid or spectacular enough.

After struggling in the first-singles of rigor, his first album came costelliano title "Get out and walk" (1983) . "Matter of fact", its first cut, as happened with others like "Who needs it?", And put on tracks: the struggling blues Edwyn Collins on a platform a little more conventional than the orange juice, but with similar adolescent fervor. The Farmer's Boys music, like that of his Scottish counterpart, reflects the state seamlessly switching between that New Wave and what, thereafter, in order to homogenize a generation of comparable groups often hard-to share in any case a sense of home and minimalist pop, was named first age of modern indie. The vitality and euphoric feeling that emerges from this collection of songs, as well as the effectiveness that comes with almost all, result in a disc infallible, bubbly, with plenty of material to entertain endless parties, without poses nones and resources appropriate. They knew even sound as if they were covers of some classic sixties ("Way you make me cry"). As Undertones, other darlings of Peel, formal discretion but amassed appeared influences with full meaning and legitimate aspirations. Gathered the momentum and urgency of the late seventies, yet a sophistication dressed in his case never sounded petulant or empty, I am reminded of groups such as Friends Again and all his vulgar and sterile elegance-but perfectly interwoven crackling in their compositions, except for "Soft drink", an attempt to sneak an electro-funk to Heaven 17 momentarily breaking-outstanding-general tone of the album. In others, such as "Wailing Wall" or "Muck It Out", the verdict so often certified to ship in a line style, the speaker that seemed to lead Philip Oakey Orange Juice, ever get much more favorable results.

"For you" had all the papers to run for glory. One of those hits a crescendo of enthusiasm inexplicably relegated to the wardrobe. It is true that the video of which was accompanied by a group showed no particular interest because they take too seriously. The irony was surrounded by a thick frame.
pills also fit small pop-punk like "Drinking and dressing up" or "I do not know why I do not like all my friends" that gave them a point of disappointment is nothing disappointing in all pan step next to the rest. A record to reconsider from beginning to end.

went unnoticed, despite the talent in abundance that treasured throughout his brief career they decide to fall back, this time, those wonderful years when figures such as Cliff Richard aroused the most overflowing feelings. The updated review of Farmer's of "In the country" should be the flag attachment for a budding public to pass through the filter of a standard to assess at its true potential for these guys. opened "With These Hands" (1985) second and lp last group, which contained fewer than in his previous pildorazos but would not lag behind in terms of results. The Bluebells I think about when you are playing, in that spontaneous pop-rock melody irretufable directly. For "I built the world" slip the line rounded the Byrds. "Sports for all" is perhaps the last chance to compare them with Orange Juice, last more than ever through the sieve of Smokey Robinson, missing more. "Art Gallery" and "Whatever is he like" (this last play-off first time) are moving more or less than the method Housemartins Paul Heaton and, taking these the glory and the chorus just a few months after The Farmer's Boys decided to throw in the towel altogether. The elegance of the eighties is not lacking, the costelliana -way "Punch the Clock" - "Something from nothing" or "Heartache" are excellent examples of that drank of his time. Paradoxically, even the violins anachronistic "Phew wow" are in a fully enjoyable album certainly not as revealing as the first, but with the charm intact.

Backs Records, a former record store and label distribution converted into occasional fund the second single the group's history, decided to dust off long after, the group led by Baz parked in the pantry of the time, the first recordings of Norwich. "Once upon a time in the East (The Early Years 1981-1982)" (2003) , is the first singles, unreleased tracks and early recordings of many of the first album. Although essentially a collection completists and fans led to fatal (like the undersigned), contains occasional strong reason to recommend even the wary or unwary. Leaving aside the wake of the Buzzcocks aided in pieces like "I Lack Concentration" or "Or what", "I think i need help," the particular "Falling and laughing "The Farmer's Boys, deserves special mention. An indie-pop anthem of the first order which should sound at all meetings of ravenous fans of everything that has to do with gender, a wonderful pill that not only shares the same charm as the best contemporary songs of Felt, Go-Betweens or The Monochrome Set, but earned and fiercely competes with them all.


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