CORD – SEA OF TROUBLE (ISLAND RECORDS)
Cord came into my consciousness when they came into the studio where I worked, recording on a major label pound. Suddenly a band I had never heard of, coming from Norwich, appeared to be threatening the big time.
On what is some of the worst/cheapest sounding vinyl in history, Cord prove to be something of a pointless guitar strumming outfit not a million miles away in sound from Keane, appealing to the Snow Patrol audience in the process. There may have been some credibility and depth to this kind of music when acts like The Verve were charting high with string accompanied indie hits but now these groups seem to be churned out on a major label conveyor belt as the popular kids from school make nice nice with the world as they foist the instruments that their parents bought them onto the world. Didn’t we and the industry get our fill with Starsailor?
Ouch, would you believe I have worked at the accountants for three of those acts and the recording studio of this act. I should be drummed out of any involvement in music and negated any opinion now!
Strangely the b-side hints at having heard Slint/Dave Pajo for thirty seconds before the front man begins spouting more tripe, probably about his dick, occasionally lapsing into an American accent oddly. Example lyric “if I do not try, I cannot fail” – FUCKING A!
Thesaurus moment: mistaken.
Cord
Cord came into my consciousness when they came into the studio where I worked, recording on a major label pound. Suddenly a band I had never heard of, coming from Norwich, appeared to be threatening the big time.
On what is some of the worst/cheapest sounding vinyl in history, Cord prove to be something of a pointless guitar strumming outfit not a million miles away in sound from Keane, appealing to the Snow Patrol audience in the process. There may have been some credibility and depth to this kind of music when acts like The Verve were charting high with string accompanied indie hits but now these groups seem to be churned out on a major label conveyor belt as the popular kids from school make nice nice with the world as they foist the instruments that their parents bought them onto the world. Didn’t we and the industry get our fill with Starsailor?
Ouch, would you believe I have worked at the accountants for three of those acts and the recording studio of this act. I should be drummed out of any involvement in music and negated any opinion now!
Strangely the b-side hints at having heard Slint/Dave Pajo for thirty seconds before the front man begins spouting more tripe, probably about his dick, occasionally lapsing into an American accent oddly. Example lyric “if I do not try, I cannot fail” – FUCKING A!
Thesaurus moment: mistaken.
Cord
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