- 20 Mar 01
Teenage Kicks' is the word and the sound, an anthem from the most unlikely of sources - Derry. Come in Phil Coulter, your time is up.
Pleading, quavering vocals fit to be drowned in an echo-chamber, a surging melody beyond the ken of their contemporaries, an unvarnished production, 'Teenage Kicks' is the word and the sound, an anthem from the most unlikely of sources - Derry. Come in Phil Coulter, your time is up.
These Undertones, a band from nowhere, a name mentioned in no gig-guides, featured in no New Year tip-sheets; the Undertones with a record set to follow Jilted John in its passage from local label to international eminence. They aren't completely unfamiliar even if the majority of their appearances have been in their home-town of Derry. In June '77 the Undertones came to Dublin, this writer's first witness of them at Moran's where they confronted a crew of unconverted metal marauders, scornful of punk and all its pomps.
The Undertones weren't intimidated. They challenged the crowd with a purpose that would have made a more experienced outfit envious. They were raw, they were raucous but they were uncalculating and convincing.