Winnebago Deal

Good versus Evil: the eternal battle of justice where the pure wage war against the wicked. Everyone’s heard of that, right? Why are The Good merely good, yet The Evil are described in such a superlative narrative? This inequity is easily rectified. There are two options: 1) The Good becomes The Best or 2) The Evil becomes The Bad. Either will do, to be quite honest, as your level of being bothered has told. Here, tonight, I saw that horrible juxtaposition of Good Vs. Evil (might as well stick to tradition). I witnessed the truly gruesome and then beheld the entity that polarised my night entirely.

Radiohead. Little can be said to knock them. They are one of the greats. It is undisputable. Muse. They are a poor man’s Radiohead, it has been said. But they too are now one of the greats. A lesser great, perhaps. Halo. They are a penniless man’s Muse. They are not great. A blip, perhaps? The Primms. They are a poor man’s Muse also. They are Muse without the top notch guitarist, and seemingly everything else in a lesser potency. But also, they’re Halo without the undue contrivance. The Primms are destined for stardom – that is near to being without doubt, apparently – but the greatness is something I will always be uneasy with.

I hate this band. I hate them for knowing how long they took creating their outfits. I hate them for looking like Richard Edwards on a well-balanced nutritional diet. I hate them for what they wish they were. It is rare for a band to fill me with such rage. Surely this total opinion is one reserved for great bands. No. The Primms are shit. The Primms can suck my scraggy behind ‘til it’s empty. The Primms: you are The Evil. Fuck Off.

I talk to a friend, tonight, of pure rock. The type of rock that needs no prefix; needs no suffix. Punk what. Stoner bollocks. Nu fuck off. Totally unfuckinecessary. Sorry, I’m still mad. Unnecessary when you have *Winnebago Deal *in front of you. Unnecessary when exactly what you mean is being displayed right in front of you. Power, rhythm, passion, long hair and legs akimbo guitar toting: everything that rock should and hopefully always will be. The primal releases of testosterone all around just surge through you. Fists just beg to pump the air and even the greatest defiance of this urge is futile. You just go along with it. You know that merely nodding your head in time with the chronic drumbeats will never suffice.

You know you will be part of it. You know you have to be part of it. It’s natural. Entirely natural. It is believed that all men are born Good and that they are tainted by society. Society can’t taint this. Winnebago Deal will ignore the rest. Winnebago Deal will only ever dream of playing on Saturday morning television. Winnebago Deal: Rock. It’s gonna be their turn to get a full house.

**Gareth's slobbering Winnebago Deal review of the same show

Maybe this is the year.

We’re seven days in, and I’ve just witnessed a 35 minute onslaught which will inarguably match up to anything else I am set to witness over the next 358 days. Tonight, Winnebago Deal tore down the Dublin Castle in a manner I never before witnessed.

The scary thing is, they were better when I saw them three weeks ago at the Barfly at the Camden Monarch, but tonight was the night that I and a couple of hundred other people realised that this is the band set to take 2003 by the scruff of its mangy neck and shake it into rock n roll delirium.

On a night where the crowd was packed to the rafters with industry people, eager to latch on to the next big thing, jump on the gravy train to short term success and music press kudos, people walked away filled with awe and respect rather than the sound of cash registers ringing through their cynical brains. Because this two piece from Oxford surely are the best band in Britain right now. An absurd, probably unqualifiable comment, sure, but undoubtedly the truth.

Imagine a rock n roll nuclear powered unit of pure power and energy. Then discard all that, because the excitement they generate is beyond that. All you can do is gawp in wonderment and punch the air in reciprocal glee.

There’s already a lot that has been said about this band, and I won’t go into it again here; you can find enough about them on DiS. But I’ll say this; they are playing again at the Bull and Gate on the 30th January and you’d be a fool to miss them. Yeah sure, you’ve read a million evangelical articles like this before, and each time you’ve been duped and fooled by a hyperbolic cretin. But check out articles I’ve written previously, I’ve never said anything like this. Take a chance. Go see the best band in Britain.

Winnebago Deal.

Read the interview here!