My Echo

The Vaults | Participants |  My Echo

My Echo

My Echo

info

"As we recently saw grunge rule at London Fashion Week, I thought it would be fashionably fitting to check out some of the ‘new grunge’ bands around London town.

What I discovered is that ‘new grunge’ is an oxymoron waiting to get signed. Sure, I loved the self-destructive Seattle-sounds as much as the next Cobain-shrine-making, lip-pierced teenager. But that was the ’90s. Times have a-changed and hair has been a-washed.

To make ‘new grunge’ worthy of our ear-time, something about it needs to be new. And unfortunately, I mostly felt I would do better being at home with the ‘Grunge Greatest Hits’; compiled from those dead, dying or greying talents who certainly knew how to sound sexily suicidal.

There is one band I will mention from my tenacious trail into venues reverberating with Eddie Vedder-esque vocals and Everclear-style riffs: My Echo.

Turning up at the legendary Turnmill’s for its last-ever live performance, I was deeply saddened. It will shortly be bulldozed to the ground, making way for more ‘luxury’ apartments and leaving a whole generation of ravers bereft of a place to happily bounce around without bumping into an entire coach-load of wide-eyed tourists (as often happens at the more famous, Time Out-revered venue down the road).

As My Echo took over the stage, my mood brightened. The photo above, of Henry Gomez (singer) and Johnny Stoute (drummer) may give you a clue as to why… Yes, it may be wrong. But we all know how the route to rock-group stardom can be furiously fast-tracked when the band members are as aesthetically-pleasing as these two (very talented) young men.

So they had my attention. Henry’s voice demands to be listened to (almost as insistently as the Louboutin Bunny’s beg to be bought) and the excellently-timed and talented band (Pete Martin - lead guitar, Dave Broido - bass guitar, Johnny Stoute - drums) got the crowd up and out of their make-shift seats.

There is still a sound here that is sometimes so close to Seattle you can almost hear the sea - but I spied plently that was definitely their own - particularly when they played a song called ‘This Salvation’.

If they develop this uniqueness then they should be rewarded with a solid UK fan base. This will comprise not only of screaming schoolgirls (although they will also surely arrive in their unbuttoned-shirt droves), but of music-lovers who adore the grunge gone-by and want an added edge of UK soul along with gut-wrenching, raw-rock vocals to refresh their iPod shuffle-choice.

Review borrowed from CHICTODAY 7th March 2008

The Vaults | Participants |  My Echo