I’m the kind of person that discovers a band and listens to them exclusively for weeks on end and watches every version of every song and every interview with them I can possibly find. My latest culprits are (refer to the apt title) Catfish And The Bottlemen, an indie rock band that I saw perform on the first BBC Music Awards and instantly fell in love with. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a band encapsulate so much of exactly what I like lyrically, musically and in their personalities, voices, style and humour.
The band have been together for seven years, but I guess have only really emerged in the last year or so. While I wish I’d discovered them sooner I’m still so glad I’ve started listening to them at the beginning of their career, because I know for sure they’re gonna be big and I’m super excited to follow them along the way. So excited in fact, I got tickets to see them in Dublin on April 8th (6 days after my birthday how perfect huh) and I cannot wait. I’ve also
completely and utterly slightly fallen in love with Van, frontman, lead singer, guitarist and all round awesome person. His lyrics are as beautiful as his eyes and I’m not just fangirling (hate that word) here, I think we’re meant to be together. Seriously.
Their debut album is called The Balcony and my favourite songs are probably Kathleen, Cocoon, Pacifier and Homesick although all eleven are perfection. If you like Arctic Monkeys or The Kooks you’ll love these guys.
“Just upbeat, positive music that makes people like, wanna drive.
You know like when the sun’s out and you’re drivin’ and you want to take your top off – that kind of thing.
Stuff that makes people think like “I’m enjoying this. I wanna go out, have a drink, have a party…strip off…do kinds of things to each other. ”
Short stories… Scruffy love songs…”
– Van McCann on the bands’ debut album ‘The Balcony
I think ‘scruffy love songs’ perfectly describes what Van writes. His words come together with such rawness that it’s impossible not to feel something. I’ve been poring over every lyric and I’m pretty sure there arent any I havent listened to so much that they’ve been ingrained in my memory.
Anyone who knows me would know there’s no chance I could not fall in love with four talented, down to earth, black leather jacket wearing twenty-something year olds who play fucking perfect rock ‘n roll.