Communique No​.​9

by Sportique

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you will also know our views on records that last 18 minutes - i.e. they are ace, almost regardless of the content therein. in this case, however, there are legion other regions to be cheerful. this album is a riot of colour and sound, with the nihilism of the buzzcocks' "boredom", the knowing cynicism of the adverts and the prickly melodies of the stranglers. --In Love With These Times

"Communiqué No. 9," Sportique's new mini-LP, is an 18-minute volley of righteous indignation, pitch-black humour, and the sort of sharp-cornered post-punk hooks that Wire and The Fall used to throw down as effortlessly as falling asleep disappointed and waking up tired. Sportique might be misinterpreted as the bitterest band alive if their wit wasn't so mischievous and their playing so full of joy. "Don't give up, get angry," they sing, and it simultaneously sounds like a threat and an invitation to a party. --Careless Talk Costs Lives

Sportique don't mess about. This is our music. They've swallowed everything from situationism to new-wave to dub, from Warhol to brit-shit to modern marketing, and vomited it up into eight illuminating lumps of angry pop. 'Why are all my best friends other people's girlfriends?' he complains. And in 'Tips for Artists Who Want To Sell Records' I get the feeling that they've been in London too long. Or at least seen how it works. 'Stereotype' is magnificent: 'I can't work! It's too hard!' he yells. Love it, all 55 seconds. But if there's one underlying message it's gotta be 'don't give up, get angry.' When Primal Scream are dribbling into their medication, prematurely admitted to various senior persons homes, this lot will still be pogoing down the high street of rock'n'roll, or at least Punk Rock Avenue. --Wide Open Road


released April 2, 2003



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