Sisterlovers ride Harley Davidson motorbikes with bass bins strapped to the fenders. These boys are rocking acid screamers living in their own technicolour cloud. The cloud is filled with Jimi Hendrixs fuzz pedals, Captain Scarlets costume changes, kaleidoscopes. Dayglo Matchbox cars and pink bubbles. Ode to Unbelievable Freedom is a stolen Buzzcocks tune reinforced with green and red concrete which gives you trails when you move your head. Dont Go And Leave Me is a lolloping, ecstasy-fuelled drawl tinged with streetness and painted yellow.
The story so far...
I first met Steve not long after my wife and I split up. I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won't bother to talk about, except that it had something to do with the miserably weary split-up and my feeling that everything was dead. With the coming of Steve Parfitt began the part of my life you could call my life on the road. When Spocks Brain haemorrhaged in 1987 it appeared life in Rugby would never be the same again. However lodged in the deep recesses of the vulcan grey matter were two cells that still knew how to rock and roll. In an experiment in noise terror, a mad scientist transplanted the living remnants into the body of an entity known as Kandyland. Guitar and drum machine in hand, the thing(!) stalked the country, corrupting the nation's youth with its effortless guitar pop and lurid t-shirts. A single and video were even recorded with the help of indie pop colossus Joe Foster, but were suppressed by the authorities. Children as young as nine or ten turned to crime to purchase its exclusive wares. One such case was Chris sherbet dib-dab Watts. Once a respectable fun-loving indie kid, Chris was instantly transformed into an axe-wielding maniac upon hearing those opening bars of Yeah Yeah Someone for the first time. Local funster John Herschell Gordon Purcell even dared to let the creature play in Rugby at a party that ended in an orgy of frenzied dancing and flying bananas! A third tape was produced at Kandyland's Mondo H.Q. lair. Then something strange happened - Kandyland was no more.
Sisterlovers were borne out of a casual relationship with Big Star earlier this year. Former Kandy darlings Steve, Sugarbass Simon and Chris traded in their collective identity for a new name and an uncanny ear for a savage pop tune. A transcontinental express ride across Europe yielded new concerts, and a swift change of drummer on their return saw Scott Paul Bonzo Skin Tickler Turnbull take up the cause. The bands notorious visit to Coventry for one magical night of midsummer madness shall pass into history. Needless to say, an interview with the Lovers triangle player was never broadcast. And so onwards and upwards. Rugbys Black Swan and the Dog and Trumpet in Coventry are only the latest in a string of wildly successful dates. Hugely influential and still unsigned, the band are currently gearing up for an early induction into the rock n roll Hall of Fame. Duncan Seaman.
Only Ones, Nancy Sinatra, Rolling Stones, Velvet Underground, The Sweet, T-Rex, Jason Donovan, Beach Boys, The Who, Buzzcocks
Review: Tic Toc Coventry
While the umpteenth summer of love continues apace, Coventrys Tic Toc club throws open its doors for the second series of concerts featuring local bands. The month of Saturdays is also being recorded by BBC CWR for transmission. First up (by choice) are those tequila drinkers and hellraisers from Rugby, Sisterlovers, whose opening salvo Feel It is an arsequake made in freaky dancing heaven. Hailed in some quarters as the saviours of the three-minute pop song, Sisterlovers appear to be the product of a deep and meaningful relationship between Only One Peter Perrett and Nancy Sinatra. Don't Go And Leave Me is bursting at the seams with teen angst lyrics and mind bending guitar invention. While Ode To Unbelievable Freedom possesses one of the finest hooks in the pop vocabulary. The Stones are shown a thing or two with a towering rendition of 2000 Light Years which implodes amid a squall of feedback. And then they're gone. For an encore (the only one of the night), Steve Parfitt and his merry band of outlaws launched into Think Again with wild abandon. Punk meets Walt Disney in a technicolour explosion of sound. After that the only way of coming down was to cool off in the park. Fortunately I was found in the morning.