If ever there was a band who have improved in hindsight, this is it. As memory serves, Carter were deemed naff at the time.
Basing your lyrics entirely on puns and having the sort of ‘Techno’ backing track that would make Jeff Mills roll in his grave if he were dead certainly didn’t help.
Fast forward to 2014 and Carter prove themselves to have been actually just 20 years ahead of their time. Every cunt now has an undercut, wears ironic jumpers, plays awful synth music, goes to pseudo-raves and eulogises about living in da ghetto.
They even went so far as to be into New Cross before it was cool. Hipsters.
Oh Christ. This was one of those insipid ear-worm songs that plagued commercial radio in the 90s. I really, really wish I hadn’t just heard that, as it will no doubt haunt my dreams forever.
Just like that Edwyn Collins song that everyone claimed to like, just because it was by Edwyn Collins. And Natalie Imbruglia, The Cardigans and that song about Pearly Spencer.
Not sure if deliberately using weird off key notes, or if guitarists just can’t be bothered to learn scales. I suppose it’s an attempt to do the whole Sonic Youth thing.
Very English self-depricatory to call your band Salad, so they get extra points for that. Kim Gordon should take note.
Quite good drumming.