We Are The Physics - We Are Ok At Music
Not all that long ago some of my fellow Scot’s shamefully invaded one of the finest musical towns of Englandshire. Here a large minority of piss stained, boozed up savages decked out in the ever trendy combination of ASDA budget trainers and Rangers tops quite literally ran riot. With Manchester having dispelled the aforementioned through a combination of soap and big dogs you might have thought down south was once more safe from crazy Caledonians hellbent on causing carnage. Well if you thought that you thought wrong because We Are The Physics look like being the vanguard of yet another relentless wave of exuberant Scots determined to make a mark on the outside world.
From new kids Theatre Fall and Parka to the returning (sadly) Fratellis • Scottish music is once again set to leave a mark beyond its borders. But of all the bands both large and small who will be involved in the invasion We Are The Physics look to be the most promising. Hailing from Glasgow (where else) this foursome are making art rock to dance, eat, snog or scrap away the night to whether you be in Manchester or Methil. Think the energy and experimentalism of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah crossed with the spiky punk tuneage of fellow countrymen The Skids.
Having acquired a sizeable and vocal following for their eclectic and bizarre live performances We Are The Physics already had all the ingredients at their disposal to cook up a tasty little debut album. ‘You Can Do Athletics’ is undoubtedly the highlight of this full length offering; it thunders, crunches and bellows out your stereo like some sort of titanic monster whose only purpose is to convince your limbs to move with the beat. Opening track ‘Action Action Action Action’ is another tasty treat setting the tone for the groups self styled genre of ‘mutant science punk rock’. It’s exhausting listening to them at times as this is essentially a barrage of mixed up musical mayhem. So if you like odd and energetic be prepared to end up lying in a bundle of sweat and blood on the bathroom floor by end of proceedings awaiting an ambulance. If odd and energetic is your idea of hell you’ll have lasted 15 seconds of the first tack so don’t worry about it.
Michael, Michael, Michael and erm Chris have delivered an accomplished debut here and given time could be the biggest and boldest thing to breach the borders since Bonnie Prince Charlie . . . let’s just hope for their sakes any success they have is a little less flash in the pan.