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Trash Fashion/586

Spies In The Wires@Cabaret Voltaire, Edinburgh
Thu 10 May 2007

How smarty-pants London quintet 586’s charming concoction of shouty, dancy pop-pummelling got itself hijacked by the smattering of glow-sticks-to-the-max joke-New Rave trendies in evidence tonight is Scooby-gang mysterious. Six months back they’d have been hailed as post-punk pastichists extraordinaire. Then again, as with many of their compadres emanating from that particular cultural blip, 586’s sound is actually pre-punk, their reedy confection of mid-70s dressing-up-box dramatics and fair-ground boy/girl Dub more resembling that long-lost missing link between Glam and New Wave, Deaf School. To be applauded, then.

586’s finest moment, ‘Saying My Name,’ may be the result of drug-n’-cheese induced paranoia, but in terms of over-ripe Cheddar, Trash Fashion prove themselves as equally willing to embrace self-parody as they are in the YouTube-available mockumentary highlighting their east London antics in a manner more resembling CBeebies than CBGBs. Think a scrotey, monged-up alliance between EMF, Goldie Lookin’ Chain, The Darkness and Sigue Sigue Sputnik. Most of all, though, think a Spinal Tap style scam. Did someone blink? That’ll be another bandwagon missed then.

The List, issue May 2007

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