586 MADE THESE.......
RAGS & TAGS(OUT NOW!)
WE GOT BORED
MONEY IS THE DRUG
The "We Got Bored" and Money Is The Drug 7" singles sold out ages ago, but you can still download both singles and their b-sides via the iTunes Music Store!
REVIEWS:
"586 are effortlessly one of the best underground bands in London right now, they're rightfully destined for some credible form of super stardom. New single 'Rags and Tags' does nothing more than firmly cement this belief in my cerebrum. Imagine The Specials dancing the polka with Cardiacs at a Broadway style musical played in a 1979 East Village New York theatre, and you're not far off imagining what fantastic delights this track will bring to your ears. Watch them closely."
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"Remember that time I raved about 586? The time has come again. They have a new single out on the 8th of October called ‘Rags and Tags’, and it is simply fantastic. It’s got everything you need to make a perfectly odd piece of brilliance: Oom-pah eastern European beats, a pure pop chorus, musical theater like call and response moments of glee and of course 586’s discoey punky signature sound to keep it very ‘them’. The B-side is the same song, but basically written after smoking crack. And it has a microwave ‘ding’ in it. Nothing more than a warped version of genius."
http://sleepingwiththenme.wordpress.com/
The chances are, you've seen, or have been forced to go see a performance of popular kid-gangster musical Bugsy Malone. Which isn't a bad thing in itself; it has some catchy songs, and there are worse things than watching bad actors wield invisible Tommy guns and shadowbox each other. But if you ever sat there and wondered what the Brooklyn tykes would sound like if they formed an indie band, you'd probably be forgiven for thinking of something not entirely different to London oddballs 586. Most of this is down to the tongue-in-cheek, call and response deliveries of Deborah Coughlin and Steve Horry. Opening with an intro choc-full of hammond eggs tremolo, the track spirals into a three minute-twenty slab of Specials-esque ska and power pop. It's one part bonkers, two parts intriguing. Whilst the first half of the track is a heated exchange of taunts and insults, "You think you're cool/we went to the same school/and I threw things at you!" the latter minutes showcase a sober, honest side to Coughlin- "cause secretly/I loved you/and I always hope you'd love me too!" Whilst Coughlin and Horry's bickering does add a comical element which has resulted in (somewhat misguided) comparisons to Art Brut, the music stands tall on its own, with a darkly infectious chorus that packs its bags in your brain and refuses to leave. The second track 'Out of Control' is a thematic continuation of it's predecessor; more wiry, more urgent, and unintentionally more humorous. Coughlin muses, "And we'll live by the sea just you and me/and our cups will have their shelves/and we'll have our mental health!/I won't drink too much, and we'll eat healthy food", before Horry stutters, "But, but, but.. you're out of control!". He also gets the last word in on the single, and with a very matter-of-fact delivery states, "But you won't tone it down/ you'll always be a drunk/ and you'll never settle down/ and you'll always make me frown!" If it wasn't for the fact that it would alter 'Rags & Tags' perfect 'pop-single' length of 3:20, it could've been added perfectly onto the end of the first track. Perhaps we'll get to see both tracks perfectly spliced at one of their live shows, but until then, 'Rags & Tags' and 'Out of Control' make up two separate halves of a melodramatic, comically satisfying comeback single.
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‘Money Is The Drug’ is an uptempo, crazy, frenetic, claustrophobic piece of boy/girl mix up vocal and stomp which attempts to gain entry to the Guinness Book of Records. The category? Er, the as yet uncontested ‘Most words sung about money being the drug, in 2 minutes 20 seconds’ record. And congratulations to 586, for at this rate I can’t see them not succeeding.
This is an original, stupid, brilliant piece of fun – yes, F-U-N – that just takes your breath away, mainly due to the fact that it’s all just a bit too fast, and the attempt to try and breathlessly shoehorn so many syllables into an already crowded piece of 80sesque funk. A predictable list of ‘vaguely similar sounding acts’ may slightly help your understanding, so that’s the only reason to mention the B-52’s, The Rezillos, The Fiery Furnaces, Freezepop and The Long Blondes, but this bunch have a sound of their own.
The flip side, ‘ Saying My Name’ is a slower journey into Skasville, documenting one man’s paranoia along the way, and is probably more of a ‘grower’, and, although jolly good, is no match for the A-side.
586 stand aside from so many of the ‘doing it by numbers’, earnest indie dullards around at present, primarily through knowing the value of entertainment. ‘ Money Is The Drug’ is my record of the year thus far.
Sounds XP
Like a cross between an end-of-term performance in a nursery school and the end of the world as we know it, 586 mix guitars, synths, cow bells, heavy breathing and comedy horn effects into… well, quite frankly, anarchy. High-speed low-fidelity attention-deficient flailing anarchy.
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Over this chaos, two vocal parts weave in and out of and holler over each other, a boy-girl counter-attack who take it in turns to gabble out the too-fast-to-take-in main vocals. Meanwhile, the other side anchors things down by repeating “Money is the Drug†or “HSBC trying to get me†over and over again… And it rinses and repeats until what ranks among the best call-and-response moments ever: “So where do you spend it?†“I spend it on ginâ€.
Quite what any of this has to do with anything, or indeed with itself, is hard to tell – but it's also somewhat beside the point. What matters, you see, is that 586’s hyperactive aural mish-mash contains a whole week’s RDA of gleeful irreverence and joyous hip-shaking in the space of a 2.26-minute single. Which seems to me to represent something of a bargain, really.
Drowned in Sound
London Trash pop kids 586 sound like a night drinking alcopops in the park, bottled into under-three-minute portions of headstrong, hyperactive agit punk. They're '70s glam-punks The Rezillos running from the rozzers, they're Art Brut spilling the Long Blondes cider. So good, we'd even hold their hair back when they're inevitably being sick next to the swings. --
NME
"LCD Soundsystem having a drunken go at The Fiery Furnaces"
20 Jazz Funk Greats
586 are so neurotically pop-punk-tastical that youd be a fool not to catch them live and grab a copy of We Got Bored.
The Stool Pigeon
...the ramshackle twists of melody and rhythm...put 586 firmly into the running to become this years new indie heroes.
The Fly
Long blondes and les incompetents having it off in a pub car park
Rob Da Bank, Radio 1
Also on the bill are 586, a twisted postmodern explosion of art school styles past and present. Like Kate Bush getting down with Menswear while Keith Richards plays guitar, their set jumps from serrated post-punk to fey, keyboard driven indie-pop via plenty of bongo-banging cowbell madness. Impossibly cool and utterly eccentric, various fuck-ups aside, they deliver a blistering set of future classics that will soon be gracing the MP3 players of every little indie scenester.
Fact Magazine
...586 closed the night with their noisy electro pogo pop. Singers Deborah and Steve were like two excitable young lollipop licking, keyboard bashing kids as they and the rest of the band stomped through their intense, neurotic bubblegum pop songs. 'Rags and Tags' was a convulsing, frantic girl-boy mess more fun than dressing up as a fox and doing that Egyptian Nile dance, while 'Saying My Name' was a juddering, gleefully mock-macabre ghost tale. Audience participation was heartily endorsed, with the odd clap along section and even some indoor glitter bomb fireworks - bet the Forum weren't too happy about cleaning that up at the end of the night.
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