Somewhere in some alternate dimension: Queen in Residence, Freddie Mercury rules with a velvet fist over a dystopian confederation composed of fractious states sprawled out over a continent called North Eriksson.
Iggy Pop is a four star general in the Army of Broken Glass. Frank Zappa is alive and well, serving as Minister of Fuck It. The economy is driven by consumption of glitter and wine, and every citizen is gifted dual birthrights of a Les Paul and a pair of matching leather pants.
In that dimension dusk releases dayglo gangs of ne’er-do-wells to roam neon streets unmolested till the break of an apologetic dawn. In that dimension everyone’s just trying to have a good fucking time, man. In that dimension all bathrooms are unisex, marked with a single notice that reads: “Who fucking cares?” In that dimension my doppelganger is eternally young and skinny. In that dimension I got laid last night.
Sadly, we don’t live in that dimension. That place is walled off to the likes of us. I know, I know.. I want my money back too. But in lieu of the good life we’ll have to settle for moseying out to hear bands like the Struts.
I’ve never quite known what to make of Glam Rock. Musically it’s all over the place – what defines the genre really is a shared ascetic revolving around androgyny and fashion. It’s not my particular brand of poison, but enough of my musical heroes loved the stuff for me to sit up and pay attention when it steps into the room. After all, without the influence of the Glitter Mafia, Robert Smith is just some sad bastard moping around in baggy black sweats.
The Struts appear to be the real deal. Not a thing crudely designed at the hands of marketers, but a group of good lads who come into the scene honestly. Hailing from Derby, Derbyshire in the UK the Struts are a four piece grounded musically through guitarist Adam Slack, bassist Jed Elliott, and drummer Gethin Davies. They’ve been around for a few minutes, having formed in 2010. While many invite immediate comparisons to Queen due to vocalist Luke Spiller’s enthusiasm for the stage – anyone old or wise enough to recall Marc Bolan and T Rex knows what’s up with these kids.
There’s a meme running around that says something like, “Now that all of the people who taught me it was okay to be weird are leaving, I realize it’s our turn to step up.” I wonder whether groups like these might fit that bill. We’ll be back with a full review of the show and some pics.
The Struts hit the Norva this Thursday, May 12th.
Doors open at 6:30.
Slack Rockers “Made Violent” open at 7:30.
Click here to buy tickets.