The Modern Strangers
We were asked by a band yesterday – one that we’re going to be working with next year in fact, and given that we’re saddled with about 20 different NDA’s at any one time (some self-imposed, others very much imposed on us by others) we may as well respect their individual privacies and utilise the collective noun they’re likely to be know as anyway – whether we thought it was a good idea that they incorporate the aesthetic of the 80’s into their musical project. We suppose that’s the degree of cynicism the Facebook generation is, uh, facing these days. We typically find, from third party and recurrent personal experience, that pop culture is for some reason obsessed with what people think to the degree that those affected might not actually do the thing they’ve seemingly wanted to for a long time for fear of what others might think. No fucking wonder certain countries have an ageing population, if those populations fear making babies on the basis that shit eventually happens anyway (although we will say that considering one’s own position in that sense and adhering to responsible parenting isn’t such a bad idea at all). Take these guys The Modern Strangers, for example. Does it look as if, in all their big-collared and track-suited ensembled glory, that they actually give a fuck about what you think about their look, or anything else for that matter? We’d hazard a guess probably not, mainly because they’ve just fired out new effort Weekend Men just a few hours ago without really waiting for much approval for the go-ahead to do so. Aside from the fact that the music is boom, the way these sorts of affairs are conducted both on and off the proverbial pitch only serve to make us want to like the Kent-based duo even more than we already do. To plagiarise ourselves in recent correspondence with the band’s appointed representative, Mr. Dick, just now, we feel this stand toe-to-toe with the best of Bad Sounds, and quite frankly kicks the shit out of that one Jungle song that anyone’s heard of.