ALBUM REVIEW: The Apparents – Singin’ Songs & Righting Wrongs (self-released)
I was lucky enough to catch The Apparents live a couple of weeks before coronavirus and the resulting lockdown brought the live music scene to a juddering halt.
After liking them very much, but mentioning in my review (which you can read here) that I didn’t see any merch for sale, I was kindly given a copy of their debut album by a fellow gig-goer, who’d managed to get one.
Even though it came out a while ago now, I thought I’d help spread the word about the band, who hail from Cumnock in Ayrshire, Scotland.
Formed by guitarists Geordie and Monty to play the kind of punk music they feel has been lost, they released a five-track EP, The Face May Change, in January 2018, followed later that year by this full-length album.
It’s 15 slices of hard-hitting, infectious punk rock, with not a duff track among them, a great gutsy guitar sound, and a rock-solid rhythm section.
The Apparents write unashamedly working-class songs with a social conscience, and rage at the state of the world, all done in a way you’ll want to sing along and jump around to.
Opener Working Never Ends sets us off nicely, railing against the futility of grafting until you drop, while The Lads Are Off To Tenerefey extols the virtues of a lads’ holiday (remember them?)
Parasitic Family takes aim at the Royals “everyone’s in poverty, all bow to the parasitic family”, and reminds me of Dead Kennedys and Channel 3, while Banker’s Piracy levels the blame for the recession fairly and square at the door of bankers.
Simple Days looks back to childhood when our biggest worries were what’s on the telly and playing football ’til it got dark. But it does pose one of the big unanswered questions of the 21st century: ‘where did all the white dogshites go?’
Not believing everything you read in the papers is the subject of Joe Public, while Social Mediocrity takes a swing at shallow individuals who live their apparently-perfect lives in public via social media.
Donald Trump is the target of Shadow On The Wall, but the standout track for me is The Ballad Of Jeremy Hunt, where the band vent their spleen at the former Tory cabinet minister.
His demise is celebrated with a catchy-as-hell chorus: “Jeremy you’re a bastard, you’re a filthy little cunt … it’s people’s lives you’re playing with, it’s not a PR stunt, so let’s all stand and raise a glass to the fall of Jeremy Hunt.”
The good news is that a second album is on the way, with recording halfway through, and it’ll hopefully be out early next year. Sadly, there’s no hurry, as they can’t tour it, so in the meantime, you can still get the debut album from their Bandcamp page HERE. It’s well worth a listen. 8/10.