NME Magazine, 29 January 2005
Roots Manuva, Feeder, Lemon Jelly, Moving Units and The Cure reviews

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NME Magazine, 29 January 2005
Roots Manuva, Feeder, Lemon Jelly, Moving Units and The Cure reviews
The Datsuns: “Blacken My Tumb” / “Not Coming Back” (2004)
Anyone remember The Datsuns, from Cambridge ... New Zealand?
They were (are, I guess) a hard rock quartet, whose hipster-sanctioned reinterpretations of ‘70s punk rock, garage rock, glam rock, fuzz rock and (naturally) AC/DC I actually quite enjoyed, for a while -- particularly on their genuinely impetuous, eponymous debut from 2002.
Alas, that initial luster of excitement had dulled significantly by the release of 2004’s sophomore Outta Sight/Outta Mind, after which I lost track of (OK, gave up on) the group, so I couldn’t even tell you how this 7” came into my hands.
But it did, so allow me to reiterate my ambivalence about the A-side (and lead-off track for the aforesaid second LP), “Blacken My Thumb,” despite its undeniable energy and hybrid punk/hard rock charms, efficiently wrapped up in under three minutes.
And I do thank them for that ...
Now, its B-side, “Not Coming Back,” is a rarity indeed: impossible to find on any streaming service other than SoundCloud, but understandably so, since it recycles innumerable, unnameable musical ancestors without any significant distinction or imagination.
So let me know if The Datsuns redeemed themselves on subsequent releases, because this single simply reminded me why I bailed on them some 15 years ago.
More Datsuns: Outta Sight/Outta Mind.
I am going to run myself into the ground. We did four runs today and got a huge chunk of stuff already in tubs out, but it involved me climbing high up on furniture and hauling stuff up, and then climbing back down to put it in the car, and then dragging it into either the new storage unit or the apartment. All on two cups of coffee and no food until 4 PM (and even then, it was just two pieces of toast with butter). I am so sore, but we just don't have the resources to get a mover so we're just going to have to get the Uhaul and do it ourselves. Tomorrow we're going to try and get the rest of the tubs out and then deal with stuff tucked into furniture and try and forge a path to the back of the unit. Having more tubs would be wonderful but we'll make do with what we've got, I suppose.
Moving Units - Between Us And Them
Bricks & Mortar // Moving Units // Dangerous Dreams (2007)
you are my captor my bayonet it is my duty to fall on it