“Ready To Run”
Let it never be said that we aren’t shit at replying to emails. There’s just too many. Solicited, unsolicited, junk, punk, funk, legit, shit, basically all sorts. Right now we have around 21, 056 unread emails in our inbox. Actually, that’s just one of our inboxes. We often get whinged at by feckless passer-by types who think it’s alright to glance at our massive fuck-off computer screen when we’re not around for not dealing with our alleged unopened email problem. Well, fuck you. It doesn’t really affect you and that’s literally what Gmail is for anyway; stacking endless wads of pointless emails that you are never going to read. All that being said, we’re feeling a little bit sheepish when it comes to rising new guys Honours and their sugar-coated pop-rocks-and-coke Track Of The Day Ready To Run. See, we got no less than five emails from four different people in the last week banging on about these guys including two PRs, one lawyer (hey Ben!), and most recently from our on-point A&R mastermind Sam Faulkner who we’re guessing went to go see these guys at the Touch Tones thingy (again, we’re guessing, because that’s where he said he was going last night – we think) at Bush Hall last night. We couldn’t go because we were seeing Thomas J Speight boom it up and party hard at The Roundhouse. Anyway, who cares. Let’s talk about the song. You know why you can’t seem to escape people like The 1975 and Sons & Lovers at the moment (in regards to the latter, we live with the guitarist, and therefore have no wish to escape our bestest buddy boy Tim because he looks after us real good and knows how to make coffee)? Well, that’s because they’ve nailed the indie aesthetic being perfectly matched with a staunchly pop mentality. Pop music, with guitars. So in reference to days of yore, we shall cite the likes of U2, Coldplay and the distinctive vocals of, say, Starsailor – who A&R Clark has just admitted he doesn’t know at all, which is encouraging – and that should nicely allude to how far we think these guys are capable of going. Hell, the songwriting is pure Gary Barlow shit. That is the BEST shit. So you’d best get into it.
Honours – Ready To Run