Trouble Everyday / Help She Can't Swim - Buffalo Bar
Help She Can't Swim might sound like a film you might have been forced to watch at school, but please don't let the name put you off, for this bunch are capable of livening up the dullest of souls. There is a snag, however, although this band is a remarkably talented four piece, unfortunately they are a five piece; they seem to have picked up female singer somewhere along the line and she does them no favors whatsoever. Why is she there? Does she own the drum kit, or perhaps the van? Who can say, but she looks like she belongs in an entirely different band and this band is not worthy of your time or money. Stomping about, like a charity shop version of Karen O (Yeah Yeah Yeah's), she certainly looks the part, but is unable to sing a note - a shame, or perhaps a case of Help, She Can't Sing? Alright, that's a cheap gag, but it's one they might as well get used to if they are going to carry on as a five piece 'cos you can bet they'll hear it again and again. We shall claim it as our gag now, unless of course, someone has gotten there before us.
It's quite possible that this is an off-night, however, and there's certainly nothing that she can do to to entirely ruin the evening. Our hapless heroine is often relegated to keyboard duties, and this is where the band really comes into their own. It's jagged, elemental, spiky rock music on offer here; guitar heavy and somewhat like a collision between Sonic Youth and At the Drive In at their most frenzied, but still managing to sound original. It really is that good. The music is fired out in machine gun bursts of white noise, while the singer/guitarist, Thomas, yelps, shouts and generally works himself up into a frightful state. It really is most joyous to behold, this glorious cacophony of din and mayhem they conjure up. They seem plagued by mechanical difficulties tonight, but their performance is otherwise so strong nobody really noticed. They've a website here and an EP out at the end of the month, or so they hope. Final song from that EP, is a mighty slab of noise and displays them at their fiery best as our female foil's input is kept to a happy minimum. One to keep an eye out for.
Trouble Everyday come all the way from Philadelphia, and that's a long way to come if you've little in the way of musical gifts to offer. Fortunately, they do have much to recommend, but seem to be the sort of band with depths that don't really reveal themselves upon first listen. It's strong rock music, with all the right elements for a splendid set, but you got the impression that something was missing from the show. Singer Kyle Costill does a great job of holding it all together in a shambolic sort of way, spitting and barking out the words, and they are blessed with an incredibly strong rhythm section comprising of a drummer and a separate chap twiddling the knobs on some sort of electric noise Korg thing. Yes, that's a very technical term, of course, but there are times when this electric noise thing helps the music sort of drifts into electric searing noise territory, and when this is underpinned with heavy riffs, that's a seriously irresistible thing.
There's elements of many bands present in Trouble Everyday, from Joy Division to The Ramones, and in this respect they occasionally sound quite similar to Ikara Colt, but without the dangerous edge that fine band has. It's an interesting set they stomp through, and one that you would happily stand through again, just to make sure, if you see what we mean. Every song is different enough to stand on it's own, and quality is something they simply don't lack. They've an album out at the moment, called Days Vs Nights on the Turnstile label, but you'll probably never find it. If you do, however, it might well be worth a purchase. Website here, though it’s a fussy site and might not let you in.