Everyone that likes music knows at least one thing about The Undertones – you know that John Peel loved Teenage Kicks so much he played it twice in a row; when the veteran DJ died the station paid tribute by playing that song through twice.
That’s about all I really knew about the band – besides a few other pointless trivia notes (from Ireland, etc). I guess I’d heard a few of their songs, a compilation was in my collection. I love Teenage Kicks and a few other songs. But I was never curious about them.
And then I played this, their second album – and actually it made me check out their first also. Both are blasters, jam-packed with hooky, nearly-kooky pop-drenched tunes. Punk but not really. Post-punk but only just. Well they were a punk band – they were right in that era. And they were also a post-punk band by virtue of outlasting the confines of the original punk-genre timeframe. But what I’m saying is they were kinda on their own, not quite ever one thing or the other. That’s a good thing – certainly.
And much as I have enjoyed hearing this album (and the first) I got a bit tired of it. It didn’t quite hook me entirely. And I know what it is. Fergal’s voice gets on my nerves after a while. Blasphemy? Well, sure, probably…