The Wombats hype makes for high expectations.
David McGuire 2007
It’s been a while since Wombats in general have been in the press. And why would they? They’re slow and embarrassingly easy to hunt. In contrast to the burrowing Australian marsupial, The Wombats are slick and ready to take on the world. Comprising two Scousers and a Norwegian, they have blasted out from behind the curtain of the capital of culture (how’s that for alliteration) more like a ravenous eagle than an endangered fur-ball that eats grass all day. With plays from the likes of Colin Murray on his Radio 1 show, The Wombats hype makes for high expectations.
The album opener "My First Wedding" is jerky, powerful and opinionated - just what you’d expect from northern indie grit. More of the same follows with "Patricia The Stripper" and it becomes clear that the lyrics mirror the sound; direct and not philosophical in the slightest.
But it’s the honesty of the songs which shine through beyond the catchy hooks and three-part harmonies. Lead singer Matthew Murphy gushes that 'she'll grind it out with friends but not me' in "Little Miss Pipedream" and even adds that he’d 'cheat a priest' to get the girl. Latest single "Let's Dance To Joy Division" is one of the catchiest songs released this year and "Kill the Director" forces anyone listening to jump on the nearest lamppost and wail with delight. However, caution must remain. The Wombats need to keep an air of aggression if they don’t wish to become extinct.