The Tamborines

There is an alarming beauty to the The Tamborines. A beauty that I really can’t put my finger on, but probably lies in the simple way The Tamborines musically glow, and then disarm you with their obvious greed for pop ambition. Most likely though is the way they allow themselves to be musically dressed as modern day shoe-gazing types that effortlessly float through songs called '31st Floor’ and 'Come Together’.

Gutsy songs that sort of win you over just because they remind you of past rock glories. Maybe rock gems in the making that follow bold and seductive instructions from the bands that got there first. Perhaps from the cold bones of Echo & The Bunnymen, a mechanical Mary Chain, or a heavily diluted Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Maybe The Tamborines are one of those bands that are second-to-none at re-creating special pop moments than actually creating those moments themselves? They have begged and borrowed to assemble what they might dub their own pop cannon- big infectious hooks, menacing vocals, and subtle changes that make you smile simply because of their sentimental scars.

Good songs that could be great songs, from a band that to my mind could loom as large as their fore mentioned heroes with the dirty development of one vital ingredient, their own.