This week we were lucky enough to catch up with the Brighton-based pop-punk band Loose Lips at our favourite music venue in Staines : The Hob. The band consists of Jason Barker (Lead Vocals and Guitar) Sam Perkins (Vocals and Drums) and Matt Don (Vocals and Bass). They have the cheek and confidence to make you sit up and take note. And they also possess the musical talent and the indisputable song-writing skills to back up all of that stunning bravado.
Loose Lips take the guitar based dexterity of bands like ‘Biffy Clyro’ – then combine it with the freshness and style of bands like ‘Kids In Glass Houses’. Their hi-energy songs flow together confidently, each with a distinctive style and a vigorous attitude.
When the band plays ‘Broken Promises’ live, the song often follows on from [You’d better] “Drive Away” with that bang-bang, cha-cha – da-da-da drumming from Sam, that burns deep into your nerve endings to twiddle with your synapses.
The warp jump to ‘Broken Promises’ occurs when the lemony acid riff comes in – so caustic that it would peel paint off a bar room door – and this cuts through the air like stale vinegar. Then the drums begin to walk and talk – they thunder, cough and wheeze – like an unfit man trying to negotiate a flight of concrete stairs in a dimly lit car park. Wearing roller skates.
The bass guitar, meanwhile, is thumpy, well-thumbed, and greasy dirty. It’s played like a man whose work is to pull the nylon-stockings onto shop dummies – wearing just a pair of fireman’s oven mitts. The song is so exciting that you will feel a deep ferment in your valves – and your neurons will seem as though they’ve been super-heated in a clay oven.
‘Boxstreet’ has that spitting, crashing ribaldry from Sam on drums again. But this song is all about the lewd and infectious chorus – it will make you rejoice and repent – simultaneously. The verse is roughly spoken by Jason, but it has a small hokey-cokey bob-tail end-piece that goes a little like: “Whoa-oh-wha-oh.” This is accompanied by some foaming and frothing rhythm guitar chops. It is about as daft as you can get – but it’s so refreshingly fast that it will make your head spin round – like your Mum’s whirly line on a windy washing-day.
‘Grenade’ has got a fast and angry tempo to it – it may even remind you of The Jam – with a catchy riff that glues itself fast to your memory. Those sneering lyrics: “Bury Me… and Run Away…” are called out across the room, to cut across your forehead like a flicked whip . When the song slows down – just a bit – you can really hear how eloquent the guitar play is – and it is at this time that Sam really dishes out some shine and sparkle. It’s a very volatile song. So you’ll need to wear your high-energy pants!
Palpitating and sweaty drums hiccup around the dizzy mix of sounds, whilst the bass guitar grinds and snarls itself to a frenzy. The “Don’t wait for me…” chorus grabs your lapels to pull you in for a deep, wet and lingering kiss.
The finest moment comes when the song breaks down, and the “Whoa” chant is sung – clean and free – against those clattering drums. Then the guitar sighs and weeps low again, and – with a fuss and a cluster – it’s all over.
Like all dumb and goofy pop punk – the songs from Loose Lips are as light as a sorbet delight on a sunny afternoon – and as deliciously delirious as a quick tug on a hot night.
– © Neil_Mach June 2013 –