So, Oh My! have been floating around the blogosphere for a few months with two free tracks to their (brilliant and yet awful) name. This is them:
“So far, so good”.
They arrived backed by/with tunes written by/somehow affiliated with famously withdrawn dance-rapper Example. This was enough to cause many blogs to ready their highest praise, and yet I retained my suspicions. Whilst Example’s second album proved rather excellent, his third was a real disappointment: cynically marketed at a generation who will swallow anything with a heavy four to the floor beat and reference to “The Club”, and lacking in personality or a real voice of its own. And yet he still appears to think he’s the dog’s bollocks, an ego inflation that isn’t helped by the unerring praise by critics who really should know better. So I was to be forgiven for not wanting an act who’s debut album consisted of thirteen trend-chasing club bangers devoid of emotion and actual tunes.
Run This Town quashed these fears immediately and laid out a pretty clear statement of intent for the band: shouty, stompy, and undeniably northern tunes. Kicking And Screaming refined the sound into something easier to digest, but the band still had a major problem: their songs simply weren’t good enough to part with money over yet. Not a career-ending problem, as neither song was for sale, but there was still room for the band to turn around and be quite shit.
Enter Dirty Dancer.
That, ladies and gentlemen, was the sound of Oh My! not being shit. Or it might have been the sound of your head simply exploding for sheer lack of a word to describe how bloody brilliant that was. But it probably wasn’t the latter, as if your head exploded the chances of you being able to hear it happening are quite slim.
Well done Oh My!. Well done.