This is the third full-length album from Pete Dale
and co., though it's not an album in the traditional sense (like anything Milky Wimpshake
does is traditional...) - this is a combination of old and new compositions recorded over the past couple years.
is one of the many projects of Pete Dale
, something of a diskant hero for Slampt, Red Monkey and the awesome Fast Connection zine and this is partly a collection of old 7"s and partly new songs.
, the onetime Slampt record label chap, is the lanky, leftist vegetarian not-poet at the helm of these twee anthems.
More than a decade into their this-isn't-work, it's-cherry-water-ice career, he
and the Wimps keep churning out love songs for punk rockers.
Step forward Pete Dale
, one-time überlord of the indier-than-thou Slampt imprint, and his
trusty sidekicks Christine and Grant.
As a DIY label boss and promoter, Pete
did the spade work that paved the way for the current crop of North East flavours of the month, including The Futureheads and Maximo Park.
has always had the courage to marry social politics alongside personal ones as well, and this album is no exception.
Anyone else daring to write a verse like "The first touch was our noses, a bump into each other; that's the way it goes-es, I had to phone my mother" would command nothing less than a slap, yet somehow in the hands (and mouth) of Dale
it's the sweetest thing you'll hear all year.
Like MJ Hibbett, Milky Wimpshake's Pete Dale has a way with words when it comes to describing foibles and such with a left-wing political bent.
However, rather than being a singer-songwriter type, he has assembled a band of three to deliver his songs with a Medway punch but also the deftness of the new-wavers and the spirit of the Buzzcocks.
still sings about girls he's
never gonna get, the welfare state, and the little man fighting back.
And all above the greatest indie pop music.
And it's followed up by the desolate 'Cheque Card', in which Dale
sound both angry and desperate at the same time.
Yep, it's Milky Wimpshake
to finish, but this is the easy one as they are, as ever the most immediate proposition of all these records, with Pete Dale's
endlessly romantic, wide-eyed lyrics dovetailing with power-trio guitars and riffs that alternately recall Buzzcocks and Thrilled Skinny! (it's the lovelorn words that push them, as an overall package, much toward the former).
"I need... to find a way / straight to your heart", sings Pete
really means it, and believe me, he'll get there soon enough.
A compilation of old and new material and a genuine treat with the Neville Clay cover "Pearshaped". (the Geordie songsmith who wrote the modern depression standard, "Your Dad Sells Lighters") The bulk of this set is clever-kid punk, buckets of irony, pathos, gaucherie and all that, but the real elevator here is the sheer heart and brain of Pete Dale
and the people he
All the bases are covered, life, love, agiprop and straight out fun, the sound of Wimpy Milkshake remains both endearingly dated and first pint fresh, try it.
Yes, I'm looking at the band name, the album title, the embroidered heart on the front cover and the word 'twee' lodges its controversial self into my brain once again.
But whether that's a good or a bad thing usually depends on where irony levels lie, and luckily Milky Wimpshake's
tunesmith Pete Dale
seems to mean what he's
singing, even if it is about girls wearing sensible shoes.
il frontman sfodera una voce alquanto anonima accompagnata da quella di Cath Tyler nei brani "Pearshaped" e "Count to 3".
L'atmosfera che si respira è una sorta di omaggio ai grandi nomi dell'indie come i Pavement ma con le dovute distanze.