Comparisons to bands can often be incredibly helpful to the listener (or reader, if you will) and they can also often be incredibly helpful to the band (assuming you are being compared to someone you like). I have read so many pieces comparing Radstewart to Pavement, which is a pretty big compliment, but I sometimes feel that these comparisons don’t really help anyone. Maybe it’s because I don’t really hear Pavement in Radstewart, but mostly it’s because although a sound will inevitably be the result of some influence, we’re all individual are we not? And it’s individuality we should be celebrating, not homogeneity. In that way, you don’t really hear people describe someone they have met by saying “She’s like Claire, but better” or “he’s a bit like Dave, if you ignore the period between 2005-07 when he really lost it”. On second thought, maybe we should.
Anyway, there is something bewilderingly adorable and refreshingly unique about Radstewart. In 2013 they released their debut EP, the fantastically titled Whig Crooks and Beer Swindlers, and also dropped a couple of standalone tracks; the gloriously-addictive-wear-out-the-button-on-your-mouse-because-you-can’t-stop-hitting-‘play again’ Hot Dog (which we wrote about back in October) and the charming, politically charged Fix The Road. It is the first cut from Student Wiccans, their second EP, which will be released in March of 2014 through Alcopop! Records. Suffice to say, we can’t wait.
With off-beat lyrics full of clever one-liners that occasionally hint at some profound meaning, and that occasionally resemble someone talking complete nonsense to themselves, their skewed brand of quirkiness enchants without diluting the killer songs rumbling underneath. Imagine a laid-back brand of slacker rock lazily leading you down musical cul-de-sacs, only to rip the fuck out of them. Or the feeling you get when you emerge from a fuzzy haze and see something stunning on the horizon. Radstewart make the kind of music that students should bond over and make lifelong friends with in freshers week, the kind of lyrics that music geeks should reference to one another with a knowing nod, and the kind of music that makes you want to throw your beer all over the place in a fit of joyous carelessness. In short, they make the kind of music that despite its idiosyncratic silliness should be loved and cherished for its ingenious, because, we’re all different and we are all special. Apart from Dave, he’s a blatant Chris rip off.
Listen to Whig Crooks and Beer Swindlers
And Fix The Road
And Hot Dog