Crumb
The Hub, 16th September 2004
Just picture the ad: "Two members of acclaimed 80s indie act seek like
minded individual, with similar credentials, to wrest control of the Irish music
scene back from imposter Frames-types and Fleetwood Mac cover acts."
Well,
it may not have appeared in Musicmaker's doorway, but it's happened nonetheless.
Distilled from the remnants of erstwhile John Peel faves Hey Paulette, and
bulked up by a onetime occupant of the Sewing Room, Crumb are what melody-driven
pop can be, if it paid more attention to riffs instead of the threads.
The melodies are sharp, the drums crack and the guitars jangle. What's more,
tonight in the Hub there's nothing superfluous, excessive, or posing, thank
Christ - just the tunes.
Grappling for references isn't too hard. If you've found yourself blowing the
dust off your old Go Betweens,
Replacements or Teenage Fanclub LPs
recently then Crumb will get your Cons tapping.
Derrick Dalton plays his Rickenbacker like a man on a mission, his former
Paulette bandmate Eamonn Devine holds everything bass-steady, and Dez Foley
(once of the Sewing Room) snaps and crackles on the kit.
Truth to be told, before I hit the Hub someone has passed on a couple of Crumb's
MP3s. Most of their tunes come in under four minutes, all nipping beats and
driving bass, topped off with some economical Marresque guitar work from onetime
Mexican Pet Dalton.
The highlight of the set is the sublime 'Wrecked Or', which comes off like
sweetest melody Forster and McLennan never wrote.
A upbeat melancholy characterises much of the evening's output. The lyrics
allude to old girlfriends, good times, places and people, coming and going - all
the misty mellowness with none of the clich?.
Discrete enquiries afterwards revealed that the three piece are currently
recording an album's worth of material. With no date yet set for release, and
few live shows scheduled for the immediate future, Crumb seem intent on
retaining an air of mystery.
With tunes like these, though, that can only last so long. Catch them if you
can.
Cormac Looney