Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000207 EndHTML:0000004119 StartFragment:0000002445 EndFragment:0000004083 SourceURL:file:///LACIE/Loud%20And%20Quiet%20VOL%203/ISSUE%2038/subs%2001/Mad%20Colours%20250412.doc Founding members of the newly emerging ‘Meat Scene’ of Sheffield (yes, meat), Mad Colours sport their pork medallions with pride. Lovers of the macabre and the obscene, these former members of local band The Heebie Jeebies also make gloriously upbeat pop melodies. Emerging in a chaotic scramble of guitars and splashing drums, ‘Antique Guerilla’ spins around quicker than an ADHD kid mainlining Tizer. The crowd stand in happy bafflement as song after song whizzes past in a rainbow blur. Suffering from the equivalent of music kleptomania, the band snatch up ’60s beat band riffs, punk-rock shit stirring and laid-back afro-beats, and thrust them all together with irreverent glee. When finally the crowd catches hold they are sent flying through the frantic hum of ‘Hot Wet Sticky Flowers’.
At times the banter is self consciously ridiculous and singer Owen Adams’ rasping drawl borders on grating, but the sheer arm twirling joy of songs like ‘Verda Hugo’ see this quickly forgotten. Less Sheffield bands being tarred with the inevitable Arctic Monkeys brush is allowing a fresher sound to break through in this city. Distilling the bitterness of punk with loose-limbed ska, Mad Colours are an energetic force to be reckoned with. Get ready to embrace your inner idiot, the good times are back.
By Kate Parkin
Originally published in issue 38 (vol 3) of Loud And Quiet. May 2012