As comfortingly British as tea, toast and ASBOs, Curari have pulled off a little bit of indie pop magic. “No For An Answer” is as simple a song as you could get, but there’s a seductive pull to its fizzing Buzzcocks guitars that’s meticulously designed to draw you on to the nearest beer-stained dance floor like the sweaty frugging lemming you know you are.
When the throbbing power chords and boogie-infected bassline kick in it’s a one-way ticket to the land of Lush, Throwing Muses and The Primitives. Rock but not too rock. Poppy but a bit brainy. Noisy but nice. And the style is more than matched by the content as the hooks blossom like a baby bio addicted rose bush.
Then, of course, there’s the vocal. In Eli, the band have a frontwoman that comes on with the saucily deadpan wit and acid-tinged sweetness of Debbie Harry’s Yorkshire cousin. “I just want to spend some time with you and I won’t take no for an answer,” she beckons.
Even when the guitar solo rolls out all steeped in reverb with plenty of big rock shapes, you can tell that axe-man James has his tongue firmly in his cheek. While he may not really harbour secret yearnings to be in Def Leppard, he certainly lends plenty of power to Curari’s suburban poetry.