No, not Seafood. Whilst I can think of far worse bands to be confused with, ultimately they're really not fit to mop Seafruit's fevered brow. Seafruit were going to change the world. Their 'Looking for Sparks' debut single, jumped on by XFM a good two months before it was released, was the most furiously scorched love song since Radiohead's 'Creep', the most impassioned roar of intent since The Verve upped their aim with 'Blue'.
And guess what? It bombed. It rolled over and went belly up whilst the pallid like of Travis and their knock-kneed ilk inexplicably swept the land like typhoid. Record label incompetence and public indifference made 'Looking for Sparks' THE great lost single of the late '90's and Seafruit became a what might have been.
Or maybe not. Seafruit are back, with glorious new songs that scrape down stardust like lesser bands scrape dogshit from their trainers and raw, blood-soaked reworkings of all their old classics. Raging where Coldplay merely fawn, Seafruit are De Niro in Mean Streets compared to that lettuce-limp librarian Hugh Grant's impression.
'Hello World' is another f**king highlight, a musclier tooled-up take on last year's original. Listen then, here's the deal. Next time Seafruit make a grab for glory you buy the f**king stuff, right! This world's a drab enough disappointment without great soul-scorching songs to scream up at the night when you're pissed. DO IT!
The last time I saw Seafruit it was the damned silly, hobo-humping Whale that they ripped to tatters. Tonight it's the unfortunate turn of Drugstore. Around now for an amazing five years they remain that worst example of indie-lite : the 'alright' band. You just can't imagine some scruffy sixth-former scribbling Isabel Monteiro's name on his pencil case. Too difficult to spell and just too bloody ordinary to inspire such a tribute.
True, her and her back-up blokes have lost none of their sultry voodoo cool but more and more it just seems like their appeal lay in being the token exotics back when Britpop held the whole of Camden's Parkway in the palm of it's hand.
Drugstore remain little more than Echobelly with a sweet Latin burr and you can't help but feel that a bit more than that might be needed this time around. Seafruit on the other hand…So f**king special, to borrow a phrase.
