Released: 2007
It’s a much repeated theme of this decade but the rapidly diminishing influence of the print music press – or more specifically the NME – pushed it in several, often counterintuitive, directions in search of some magic beans that never came.
In response to their reader’s ability to browse MySpace for themselves or equally sites like RCRD LBL giving away MP3’s they continued to taste make as best they could when the opportunity found them, and with Klaxons, the temptation to hitch a movement to one band (Well, one and a half if you included the aptly entitled Shitdisco) was far too much to resist.
James Righton, Simon Taylor and Jamie Reynolds had met at school and went from first gigging to a major label in the space of months – their debut album Myths of the Near Future was unwittingly the flagship of the much hyped “Nu/New Rave” movement, a stylistic mish-mash that had almost nothing to do with warehouse parties.
With it’s big dumb chorus and rickety indie precepts, Golden Skans – coined in reference to a lighting rig – allowed all the paraphernalia to be stripped away, a club anthem if you only wanted to pay £3 on the door, chain smoke Marlboro Lights and talk about being out of it when you really weren’t. Righton and co. had created an anthem for the nu generation; you could probably read all about it in the NME, if they hadn’t already moved on to something else.
The Voice Of Unreason 