The New Classic"...Mod Rocker brothers-in-crime with The "BRIT-YORK" sound...
New York's New Brit Sound Causing Quite a Stir, London Egg from The Underground Hedgehog:
"There is something cool happening here. It's new. It's old. Call it revisited if you like, but its here with a lot of power and movement. This ain't your Daddy's square emo music, so forget being sad...they've managed to make quite an impression on New York's Mod scene, and maybe soon the rest of you. At times I hear The Beatles production and energy. And positive, fun, and head banging punch. The vocals are strong with great harmonies. But that real kick is that damn cool drive of the drums, pushing ahead the loud guitars. That drummer is driving all the way to town, with the attitude and power of The Who's Keith Moon (with the exception of one live track, the drums on the CD were actually played and recorded by guitar player-vocalist Egg)
London Egg's songs are strong and quite contagious. Maybe infectious. The standout song is "Turn On The Scene" with it's anthemic march through a Dresden bombing raid like a mission to get you up on your feet. I'd say the answers that come from other scenesters will be very positive. "In The Garden" is very "yellow, orange, and near" – a Byrdsism I've borrowed from a back cover.
But however you try to label them, they are fun to hear. Even empowering. Their new CD full length album "In The Beginning..." is well worth the price of flying on your own cloud of cool, away from the heathens who won't get it. Many of us DO get it, though. It was the singer of the Ivy Lines that flat out demanded that I "write a feature article on those cool bastards straight away!". And "If you knew what was good for you, or knew anything about cool, you'd do it for the sake of promoting something outside the hip-hop crybaby garbage strewn across our airwaves!". Yeah, Patrick, I got it. I was listening anyway like many of us ready for something different. Something cool."
New Group LONDON EGG Stirring the Colonies By Adam Welch:
"While visiting in America, you can now have your clotted cream and eat it too. London Egg, a bit of Old Blighty in New York City, is making waves in the underground current. But it comes with a twist. Read on, ladies and gentlemen.
In the iridescent twilight of a warm American night, down dingy streets, comes the London chic throng, dressed impeccably in their vintage sixties outfits and haircuts. They assemble at various clubs, away from the old metal, the dull emo punks, and the monster mash fake goth. They’ve come to drink, mingle, fight, talk about football, make out, even dance. But in the background of it all is the ever present constant. It’s the music that binds them all. Good music.
It’s somewhat of a revival. Call it a rebirth, if you will. It’s like going back in time to swinging London or Manchester, watching The WHO and The Kinks. Sheer melodrama that you won’t mind. Shelve it, if you desire, but it’s the best fun you will have in a long while. And the music is awesome.
This particular group is simply called “London Egg.” Named after two brothers with an ex-pat penchant, Robes “The Lad” London and his sibling known only as “Egg,” along with “Phyle” (no sir name either, apparently), they have begun a slow burn on the indie circuit. Burnage, that is. They go about turning on the scene, growing a garden of delights in a dark city, making a home for the English culture deprived. No hip-hop beats here!
But they are not alone. There are many such groups in America. London Egg are only one of the first sprouts of the symptoms of cultural burnout in the colonies stemming from the over spoiled music left upon them by the dead big label execs and their fat solicitors of the eighties and on back. When the giants die, who can bury them? They are simply left to rot in full view of the masses, bringing up everyone’s children on it like cigarette selling companies. Rap, hip-hop, soul, metal, screamo (whatever the f*** that is), and now even emo (thank god) are dead. DEAD. There is nothing cool going on there any longer. Does anyone else notice this? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!
There is, however, a new sound that is really not so new. A lot of money is exchanged to get that vintage sound too. That low fidelity, driving, cymbal crashing dance beat that people are starved for makes them smile and have fun again. No talk of suicide, gangs, drive-by shootings, or nasty girl group booty bouncing trash. This is great. This is different. This is needed. There are still some of us out there that actually never related to any of that in the first place. And London Egg begins their album with the quote: “We are the dreamers of dreams.” And then they crash into a delicious driving beat that no one can resist moving to called “Turn On The Scene” which says it all.
If you haven’t guessed it already, this is part band review, but mostly social commentary on the artistically devoid desert called pop music. No so much here in England, but sadly and truly, it really exists in America. The light lives, if even hidden in small, stuffy cave-like clubs, but it refuses to be snuffed out. God save the queen."
Adam Welch Manchester Evening News
Peer Commentary:
"I had the pleasure of opening for our friends London Egg last Friday in NYC - of course, fantastic songs and sounds were witnessed and a grand time was had by all, but I wanted to mention to everyone how impressed I am by this band.... Their tightness, energy, and songwriting are something quite special - Egg and Robes, being brothers, have a bond you don't see too often - you can sense one knows what the other will do seconds before it happens. Their tunes, "In The Garden", "Turn On The Scene", and others are catchy as hell, and I find myself humming them frequently! Isn't that what it's all about - great songs? The Lads deliver, everytime - and they never compromise the music. Get out and see them!"
Michael Zuko Musician, composer
ROBES 'THE LAD' LONDON 4 & 12 string Basses, lead vocals, guitar, keys, percussion and various sundries. EGG Guitars, lead vocals, guitar synth, drums, percussion and general insanity PHYLE Drums, Backing vocals
photography by Natty Mod
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