After waiting ages for a rescheduled gig, The Vaccines finally came to Tunbridge Wells last night! I managed to plot up on the opposite side of the stage from when I shot The View which was a much better place to shoot from. I shot another roll of 3200 film on my new film camera which is an EOS 300V which cost me a humungous £10 from eBay and has been very good so far, so I’m very much looking forward to Friday when I get my prints back!
So The Vaccines next single, If You Wanna, will be released on March 14th [according to NME] although it says March 11th on their website [which I guess is the day that pre-orders will be dispatched]. The single will be available in three different formats. Two limited edition 7”, one with If You Wanna and It’s All Good on and the other with If You Wanna and Out of The Way. The single will also be available to purchase on CD and will include all of the above tracks as well as Good Guys Don’t Wear White, which is a cover of The Standells - Sometimes Good Guys Don’t Wear White [video below].
All formats are currently available to pre-order on The Vaccines website. The two 7” are limited edition [although just how limited I don’t know]. Here is the artwork:
The song above was the original demo of the song, the first demo that the Vaccines handed out and the first Vaccines song that went public last August. If You Wanna has been re-recorded for the single and album.
In February 2006, The Daily Telegraph ran a cooing piece about a wealthy gallery owner who had vacated her £2.45m Fulham maisonette so that her two teenage sons could use it as a base to become rock stars. One of those boys, Tom Cowan, found fame as Tomethy Furse of The Horrors. The other, Freddie, is now guitarist with The Vaccines. I recently wrote about the fact that 60 per cent of British artists in a recent Top 40 either attended a private school, a stage school or both (compared with just one member of one act in the same week 20 years ago). If anyone symbolises the current posh pop takeover, it’s The Vaccines, who are essentially a British Strokes, without any of the game-changing freshness.
Freddie Cowan, a dead ringer for Benjamin Disraeli, isn’t the only well-connected Vaccine. Chubby-cheeked, stubble-faced singer Justin Young has already had one bite at this as Hoxton troubadour Jay Jay Pistolet, hitching a ride on the coat-tails of fellow toffs Marling and Mumford.
I can’t even remember the other two, but I’m sure they play their part in the Vaccines’ rudimentary but admittedly effective sound. With their big, blaring chant-a-long tunes and simple basslines, they’re shamelessly derivative of the Jesus and Mary Chain and the Ramones.
If we must have toffs with too much time on their hands, why can’t they do as toffs did 100 years ago, and invent actual vaccines? The next cure will never come from this generation. Instead, we’ll have to make do with ever more clichéd indie bands like this one. Great. Look past the catchy choruses and they’re completely vacuous. There’s nothing about The Vaccines, and The Vaccines are about nothing.