As the construction of this blog continues I'm beginning to realise the potential of Southampton's music scene. I thought I'd possibly struggle with collection a worthy flock of decent musical explorations, but to be honest, I'm not.
It's becoming an eclectic affair that ranges from psychotically deranged garage bands, shimmering new-wave electro synth-pop, grubby long-haired down-the-line indie-punk troupes and woefully poetic folk-based soloists. And better still, we've booked them all.
Today is the turn of the lusciously seductive disco-indie outfit, Fresh Legs. This female fronted sugar-sweet group are a marvel to discern with their brisk lithe agility, frantic femme-fatal cavorts and pacing Karen-O hysteria. Songs such as 'Chess' and 'Julian' are exciting shot-sized technicolour screamers that drip with with lavish disco-pop and shrilling bellows of pitch-perfect vocals. Dance floors in East London would literally piss themselves for this sort of out-paced candied pop.
Being a band like this in a year when electro-expeditions are rife and experimentation a-plenty you're paddling in frightful territory because distinction and divergence is a rarity. New bands like Kids Love Lies come close but there's a missing element of surprise, an absent ingredient of controlled fear that takes you to the threshold of pure excitement while keeping you relatively unscathed. Fresh Legs posses this jun ne se qua and people are beginning to take note.
Whether it's front-lady Ella Sullivan's alluring high-heeled Florence-like charm or the scrappy punky edge that creeps from beneath their rainbow-coloured musical canvas, this band will enchant you, excite you and win your over before the day is done.
Fresh Legs - Julian
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