You can take the man out of love - for whatever it is he loves, music, movies, life itself, but you can't take the love out of the man. You can take the man out of music, but you can't take music from the man.

And this is exactly what happens tonight. Miles Hunt, a solo artist in exile, mercifully unravaged by the bullshit and cocksucking music business, does it all himself : he tours alone, sells his own CD's at the back, does the whole thing near enough on his own.

He's never had to sell out : never had to bend his beliefs or his music to get on the front of the papers or the radio. He just does what is, artistically, The Right Thing. Whatever he himself is true to, that is the road he follows. And, unfairly typecast as ‘That Twat in Tartan Shorts With The Big Hair' who fronted The Wonder Stuff, he is, more than any other artist I can think of, Caught In His Shadow.

Which is a great shame, because Miles appears to have had a career in reverse. Where he is now, is where Jeff Buckley started. A man, a guitar, a wonderful racounter, and some fabulous songs. Some of the best songs there are, in fact, from the new tunes such as "You Don't Know Who You're Fucking With", "Shit Out Of Luck", "Are You Ready For A Fistfight" and the fabulous "Escape From Rubbish Island", showing that, as ever, he has the knack of making each song sound like he's singing just to you and yet for everyone at the same time.

Take this spellbinding combination : a charming and captivating speaker (whose between song banter is the equal - if not better - of most stand up comedians), some of the finest songs I've ever heard - songs that propel the form of song and decimate the bland, characterless rubbish that is currently being propagated by children like Keane,and what have you got? Something that exists outside of the dripfed, blind puppydog culture of Later With Jools Holland, Radio 1, and NME.com. Something more. Miles is about as far removed from the world of cosseted celebrities, bland, meaningless bullshit songs, and everything that makes Britain a piece of shit.

And the songs. Well, I could list titles (but in all likelihood they wouldn't mean anything to you). Suffice to say that Miles delivers upon all the promise of The Wonder Stuff : all the wit, the spite, the caustic, no bullshit attitude, is now wrapped up with experience, knowledge, and above all, the fruition of everything he hinted at he could do. And one of the finest sets of pipes in the business.

Miss this guy at your peril : You'll regret it. and if you do, there's always the records, and the free MP3's from http://www.themileshuntclub.com. There are no excuses.*

*Except of course, that the website is down. ooops.

Only registered users can write comments.
Please login or register.

Powered by AkoComment 1.0 beta 2!