They should have called it Bandierina Rosa.
Chris Jones 2008
Leave it to the Italians. 2008 will, if nothing else go down as the year of 80s electro pop/punk/new wave revival. We've had the faux fourth world africanisms of Vampire Weekend, and the fizzy electronic Devo-lution of Hot Chip, but if you really want to recreate the heady rush of early Wire or XTC (when they still had Barry Andrews punching the organ) then look no further than Genova's The Banshee. In the same way that our Mediterranean cousins keep the flame of prog burning brighter than it did in 1973, so they also manage to have produced new wave that's more art school bonkers than it was in 1979.
You know what we mean: hi-hats rattle, jerky snares snap, synths bleep and guitars bark. The vaguely militaristic rhythms beat out a robotic two-step and it's all you can do not to rush out and get yourself some skin tight jeans and an assymetrical barnet-job. The vaguely flanged, bleaty vocals can remind one of Gary Numan, but really, they have more to do with the (far cooler) Colin Newman (yes, there's no trace of a Latin accent here). And there's another reason why you should spend your hard earned paper round money on these boys - they were produced by Luke Smith of the much-missed Clor: another outfit who wouldn't have looked out of place on the same bill as the Gang Of Four.
While Your Nice Habits never really lets up in terms of energy, spunk and verve, it can pall a little in its relentless angularity. For lovers of art rock this won't really be a problem, but you can't help thinking that this makes them a tad unsexy. Still, such enthusiasm can only be applauded. They should have called it Bandierina Rosa.