Oxegen – Squeeze, The Blizzards, The Saturdays
Reviews by Tony for the Daily Ticket Squeeze: pop credibility Something of a British heritage act, Squeeze still know how to write a classic pop song. So effortless is their skill at putting kitchen-sink-drama lyrics to melodies that give bad whistling …
Reviews by Tony for the Daily Ticket
Squeeze: pop credibility
Something of a British heritage act, Squeeze still know how to write a classic pop song. So effortless is their skill at putting kitchen-sink-drama lyrics to melodies that give bad whistling a good name that the Deptford band has passed the test of time without penalties for being over 50. Crackers such as “Tempted”, “Annie Get Your Gun” and “Up the Junction” lay testament to the fact that there aren’t too many bands of their vintage able to hold an audience’s attention during the first of several downpours. One of the few credible festival acts? We think so – familiar songs that aren’t tired and cliched are hard to come by.
The Blizzards: punk priority
Judging by the reaction to Mullingar’s Blizzards, they are fast approaching the level of popularity that belongs (still) to other Irish acts like The Saw Doctors. Yet the band operates from a different creative platform – high quality punk/pop. While the title of their debut album, “A Public Display of Affection”, could well be a barometer of mutual attraction, it’s upto tracks such as the very silly but highly singable “Trust Me I’m A Doctor” to turn a wet gig into something of a dry spell.
The Saturdays: to the bumper
Well, they couldn’t be on Friday or Sunday, could they? But such obvious strategic placing on the bill is neither here nor there – it wouldn’t matter if The Saturdays were playing on a wet Wednesday morning in Nobber – they’d still stuff the place. Speaking of which, if you weren’t in the Heineken Green Spheres tent at 5.20pm yesterday, you were nowhere. It could have been the rain that shoved people in, but whatever the reason, the five gals (Frankie, Rochelle, Mollie, Vanessa and Una – from Thurles, you know) pulled up to the bumper, snapped off the Child On Board signs and let rip with a choice pop selection. Fluffy? It sure ain’t Nine Inch Nails. Tough? That’d be Nine Inch Manicured Nails, then.