The Departure, Clocks
Cat Gordon 13/09/2007
Dirty words and dirty drunken habits, Ladies and Gentlemen, the dirty Departure. With A4 print outs arranged across the ceiling boards of ye old Princess Charlotte, which include the likes of the Stone Roses, Radiohead to the Kooks and Razorlight, ironically the band playing in the background were without doubt never be stuck on those walls. No, this wasn't Clocks or the Departure but some very cringe worthy act whose name will not be printed and never will be (we can only hope).
So the low-down on Clocks; hailing from the not so epic, Epson, but with catchy Beatles riffs and 'wanna wanna's', mixed with some northern tom foolery and dancy little numbers, this band impersonate bands such as the La's and at times, Oasis and other much loved noise from the mid 90s' era. If only they could jump around on stage or wear something, which didn't say 't-shirt and jeans', perhaps, gimp suits? Then maybe, just maybe, they could take the indie circuit by storm. Great songs but sack the stylist. Oh what's that you say? You don't have one? Still should we really argue, at least this band managed to stay upright on stage and complete the duration of their set with the deficiency of any dirty words (like 'baps', or 'scrot'). Guess who that was?
Yes, of course, I am talking about the Departure. Those dirty boys. Absent for 7, I mean, 2 years now (ho ho) and back with some cracking new songs recently updated on their myspace. Thus it would be silly not to be excited about this bands return. More ambient, more anthemic, and more adult, clean in every sense of the word.
Or so we thought?
Kicking off with a newie “Love Forever” the audience gather around to watch front man, David Jones, as he entices us closer with his come-on 'let's pretend it's yoga' something which only David understands. Nevertheless the crowd push forward enjoying a rather great kick off until the tuning of the next song lingers upon us with Sam, the guitarist, taking at least 5 minutes to tune. One can't help but think that he's had a few too many vodkas which adaptly leads us to the next song of 'Seven Years' (ironically written as 'Seven Beers' on the set list). After another interval for tuning, the more well known 'Arms Around Me' fires up, the guitarist falls into the nearby pillar, maybe someone needed their arms around him, which graciously leads on to the next track 'falling' (oh the puns!) where the guitarist proceeds to 'fall' over and one point smack his guitar on the light above. Heaven knows! 'Lump in my Scrot' (again, a set list spelling mistake?) amazingly engages the crowd into the song rather than the antics on stage, followed by a few more intervals (one so long that I went to the toilet and back) and noticeably fresh and catchy new songs, and ending with 'All Mapped Out (All Baps Out) to which Sam actually stumbles off the stage leaving David in control. Sadly no yoga positions though a random '3-1' shout out. Um. Hopefully the guys don't start as they mean to go on.