Asylums – I’ve Seen Your Face In A Music Magazine

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Southend-on-Sea. In Essex. Something about Blur. Something about a pier. Something about new-nu-wave grunge / punk / britrock. Ta-da! Band reviewed.

Maybe that’s all there is to say about Asylums. We could quote Dave Rowntree (Blur drummer) or we could write some dull platitudes that often pass as music journalism. One (once reputable) music publication said their music was ‘like being caught between a hammer and an anvil’. Eh? I’d imagine that scenario would leave you pretty knarked or, well dead – depending on the size of the hammer and anvil I guess.

However, here at SGTMT HQ we don’t just let any sub standard journalism slip by. Oh no sir. We believe music deserves fine words like treacle deserves a fine tart. The problem is, most of the time we’re not allowed to eat treacle tart. Tom’s on a diet see. Jaffa cakes, neapolitan ice-cream, breakway bars… Oh for a breakaway. I feel a lament coming on.

So. Anyway.

Asylums are like a treacle tart. A really good one. Yummy. With cream – single. Maybe double if we’re feeling fancy. One with out lemon though. Why would you ever put lemon in a treacle tart? Why? WHY? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?

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