Los Campesinos! – The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future

There’s something about this new song from Los Campesinos! that makes me feel like I was sixteen, and seeing the world through teenage eyes. Not sure how or why, maybe it’s the story-telling style of the delivery and the way that Gareth Campesinos! brings you into the story. The story itself is very contemporary, references to eating disorders and so forth.

The band have been around for about 2-3 years now and hit brilliance in flashes – not always as cohesive as they could be and a bit ‘shout-y’ for the sake of it at times; but I think it comes together well on this song. There is more to be heard on http://www.myspace.com/loscampesinos. “Los Campesinos” is Spanish for the peasants or countryfolk, in case you wonder.

There’s also something about the ‘spoken-voice-over-music-background’ that makes me think about Whipping Boy, the great nearly-made-it Dublin band of the 1990s. This is one of the alternative mixes from the B side of their “When We Were Young” single, from 1996 or thereabouts.

Whipping Boy – When We Were Young (Philo Version)

The “Philo” in the title is a reference to Phil Lynott, singer/guitarist from Thin Lizzy. The song is a variant on the title track from their album “Shades of a Blue Orphanage” which was released in 1972.

I was just getting into music seriously then and there were basically two sources (1) UK radio fed us a diet of T-Rex, David Bowie and the emerging Glam rock scene; (2) the record collections from older brothers of my friends, which consisted of e.g. Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Rory Gallagher and the afore-mentioned Thin Lizzy. This threw up a useful dialectic in which I grew to despise grunting rockers of the metal persuasion in favour of the new Glam, but there was always something poetic about that Thin Lizzy track that I couldn’t dismiss along with the Sabbath Bloody Sabbath nonsense.

Thin Lizzy – Shades of a Blue Orphanage

Lynott is singing about his childhood memories of Dublin in the 1960s, but when I listen to that song I’m standing on a street corner in an Irish corporation estate surrounded by lads with big afro haircuts and flared jeans. “Sweet”, as one of Los Campesinos! might say.