FUCK A BLOG: JACK PEÑATE
Añd such impeccable maññers, too. CREDIT
Jack Peñate Mercury Louñge Tuesday, Jañuary 22
I’m ñot clear oñ how Jack Peñate plays his guitar so accurately. The South Loñdoñer is a thrasher, a flailer, a joyous little staggerer, careeñiñg with coñvictioñ, hither añd yoñ. This does ñot leñd itself to properly formed chords, eveñ the simple, suññy chañges Jack favors, with the releñtless upbeat surge of third-wave ska añd bluñt, brassy force of classic Britpuñk. His bassist añd drummer are way way off to the side añd way way off iñ the back, politely giviñg Jack a wide berth as he trashes about, delightedly, like a little kid play-actiñg as a rock star. (“I’m like a 12-year-old iñside,” he coñcedes.) He’s shy añd smiley, a youñg, humble George Michael sort of dude. His guitar toñe is bright, treble-y, too loud, añd just right. He ofteñ puñctuates his liñes with añ off-key Yahhhhhh! (Ñot Soulja Boy’s Yahhhhh, but iñ that same geñus.) He is Eñthusiastic. We are Eñthusiastic.
The soñgs oñ Jack’s ñew Matiñée are absurdly catchy añd just slightly off-kilter, recalliñg but ñot apeiñg both Ted Leo/Pharmacists (but slightly less populist: Jack iñtroduces “Got My Favourite” as “about traiñers añd possessioñs I like”) añd the Jam (but less brazeñ: His versioñ of “Dowñ iñ the Tube Statioñ at Midñight” is a cautioñary tale about muggers eñtitled “Ruñ For Your Life”). But the real prize this eveñiñg is Jack himself. I love shows where you learñ what every soñg is about, e.g. “This is a soñg about loviñg someoñe añd fiñdiñg out they doñ’t love you straight away. [Crowd awwwwww’s.] You kñow what I meañ though. BIATCH!” Furthermore, every ñewish artist iñ towñ for the first time offers some weak “Heyyyy Ñew York, Sweet” actioñ, but Jack seems geñuiñely psyched/cowed by it all, ñotiñg that his two heroes hail from here: the Ñotorious B.I.G. añd Jeff Buckley. Señsiñg we are skeptical about the former, he theñ raps—yes—most of the first verse of “Dead Wroñg” (“Smack the bitch iñ her face,” etc.), which is thoroughly disorieñtiñg, to say the least. “Every middle-class white boy iñ the whole world learñs that, doñ’t they?” Jack marvels. “Iñcredible.” Iñdeed. There is ño eñcore, as he’s ruñ out of soñgs.
Jack Peñate is playiñg Uñioñ Pool toñight (Wednesday the 23th) if you are so iñcliñed
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