SEVEN SEALS

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It is official.
Owl Cage (album Numero Oono) is a Kast-iron Klassic. I think I was thrown into a temporary insanity thinking it wasn't only by the lack of Jimmy The Pony, 3 Feet High and (pff) 27 Kilometers or whatever it's called.
H slides into you like a Trouser Snake paying a visit to an Old Friend. It's a smooth and satisfying feeling. As ever it's Guitars You Can Sing Along To - De doo da doo.
Murderous! What a chord progression. Proof, if proof were needed that the Metallers have all the best tunes - they just don't know what to do with 'em. Strip off all that silly hair shaking, Yankee Twang and affected distortion and what left with is Seven Seals playing MURDEROUS. Flattened 5th Paradise.
Big D schizoid geetarz make way after seconds to reveal Pickers first Boognish impersonation on the album. "Boom, bum, de-da-goom!" It's also the first moment on the album you notice Mister Jimmy T's magickal bass playing - alternately pulling off and picking and tumping and farting in all the right places.
And so the communcation continues to seeeeeeeeep from Small Broadcasts "Get Yer Mental Wealth In Order - There Goes God". Creepy as Fuck and all the Sexier for it. Like being followed home by Doctor Death from Ye Olde Bluebelle - you know you're gonna get Bummed if he gets the courage up but Hell. it's flattering. It's my Live Favourite - I don't know what that says about me.
Ahargh! The singalong Guitarz are back - The Glover and The Bingley are Riffing like Kiss still necking the Qualudes on Monday morning and course That Line "Something Grey on the Radar, Grey and Green On the Radar - GRAHAM GREEN ON THE RADAR!!" But then this snog is a showcase for Pickers ability to write lyrics that despite what they mean just Feel Good in yer Mouth and are Quotable As Fuck. Sunglasses At Night or Murderama on the King's Throne? You might not have the Foggiest Tyne what they mean but you'll happily Shout them along with yer arm drunkenly sliding round the Person next to you.
And here are one of Jay and John's finest moments of the album. The absolutely demented intro riff to Cake and exactly how guitars should sound. Burn those Clapton albums you pretend you don't own and invent a time machine to KILLKILLKILL Steve VaTriani before the evil he commints to record can inspire generations of Wiggly Eyebroyed Wankfests. Leave him slumped on the ground with This Riff sticking out of him, dance about and sing "BETTER THAN YOU, BETTER THAN YOU!" I always thought this song was about Marie Antoinette but I think that's nothing more than my own lazily retarded thought process seeing the word Cake and linking it to the Very First Thing that springs to mind.
Cleo & the Drum is a belter of a tune - It's all late 80's Computer Music. Russky-tinged-gypsy-trilling-theme-Muzak for your Commadore 64 if it ever stopped showing that SYNTAX ERROR message actually fucking loaded that copy of Ghostbuster off that cassette tape. "A LETTER FROM YOU!" If you're not feverish with Seal-itis by this point then you are a cold carcass on the ground of a famous battlefield and even they wiggle their toes when your stealing their boots.
As if they know this - those cunning foxlike Seals stick you with Seventh Wave next - Their Conquering Anthem - Some crazy cross between the Seventh Reich and 1984 which paints a future of the world Post Seals Mania - it's the song little kids'll be made to learn in school when all the Flags show Bingley's eyes and it'll be law to grow moustachios almost as big but in No Way Bigger than Pickers.
Wondering where Bikini was? It was here All Along! Lyrical meisterwerk of cut-up stream of strop Psycho threats, that you can't help saying along; again Quotable as Hell - too many lines "Look where you're going/Make up your mind/Why not try Johannesburg?" Don't fancy that? You moron "Bric-a-brac!!!" "Why not try a crater like Mexico City?" "Get Her Kill Her Get Her Kill Her". Yar- does that mean we're Perverted Killers as well? O Well, if this is the soundtrack I'll put me Ma's favourite dress on and start carving up the bodies of dead Doxys now. The Rhythm Section are tighter than my Trousers here and if I've not mentioned Pounding Powney to this point - it's cos he's done his job remarkably. He is the reason you're dancing to all these songs like a 3 year old who's just discovered Wacko Jacko (that phrase just doesn't have the same meaning any more) but he doesn't detract from any of these beautiful odysseys by making you look at him.
Which leaves it to The Wheel to escort us up that Escalator to the sky, you can see Pickers Heading The Ball and Lassie-ing It Up and Receiving Electric Shock Treatment to the jilted rhythms of this song. You laugh now but we'll all be doing those dances in the Indie Haircut100 Discotheque next week. "O No, My Fucking Head" he admits before sliding off into Talking Hea-Ven - leaving the band to push us off an Escalator which has taken us thousands of miles up into air over the last 39 minures to hurtle towards the Earth. SMASH! Our bones shatter like vintage 78's and we're back.
Back in a mundane world where the Seals aren't playing Music, something has definitely changed though - it isn't Them it's Us.
The Kingpin
MUSIC NEWS.COM



.Imagine you are on a journey, a journey through space and time. But youre lost and alone - oh,
and its raining, probably on a Wednesday or Thursday. All you have with you are your emotions for
company, but strangely, youre happy, comfortable even. Thats Seven Seals debut 3-track single
Loose Ends.
A post-modern punk psychedelic metal Cooper Temple Clause-ish style wigout with a hint of
Television and oodles of groove. I like it! Signed Seven Sealed and delivered!.
The Barron
HIGH VOLTAGE
With a strong ear for a pop hook and a captivating live show to boast, SEVEN SEALS are more
than worth your attention.
Alistair Beech
MUSIC NEWS.COM - Islington Academy, London.
On a bill that included Jim Noir & The Delays, SEVEN SEALS proved to be the lead in the pencil.
Rocking riffs came hard and fast at times oozing Carter USM flare and Muse know-how.In an all too
short set they delivered a commanding performance with frontman Simon's handlebar tash the clear
star of the show.
Marco Gandilfi
UNPEELED
LUCY, LUCY, LUCY, LUCY, LUCY?
Seven Seals “Loose Ends”. Interesting, shoe-gazers with their chins and tails very definitely up. A very easy band to get right into,
for all their complexity, they’re very, very accessible, but it’s hard to hear how the business would ‘get’
them as they take Marillion to dodgy ole blues clubs on “Loose Ends”, drag pomp rock upspeed,
downmarket and into all kinds of scrapes as Dawn Of The Replicants get more than a look in on “Lassie”
and then “Radio K.I.D” bleep-feedbacks it’s ooze into a yelped through a megaphone wobbly-rock treat
that sounds like Rico’s been on the dials and more besides. This is excellent.
GIGWISE
‘Loose Ends’ is a classic expression of heartbreak in a slightly Mancunian, Bluesy effort. With riveting Bass
lines and adventurous Vocal lines, complimented with fuzzy Guitars and curious effects, Seven Seals have
produced a monster of a single and are sure to go far with today’s Indie-loving nation.
Lisle Gwyn
TRANSPARENT MAGAZINE.COM
Seven Seals - Loose Ends
.an ambitious band that are doing something different to the current influx of 'new bands' that we all
hear flouted around. For one thing, they can actually play their instruments.
They sound like the a modern Pere Ube with scratchy record-quality production and soothing prog
rock inspired guitar solos. And it's not just the single Loose Ends that deserves a mention, the b
sides, especially Radio K. I . D are worth the money alone.
Claire Evans