Record Collector Single Cream David Woodcock Beggars Can’t Be Choosers Tease
He’s from Essex, in case you couldn’t tell. And fans of Dury, Madness, Deaf School et al will wet themselves over this – I have. But the life Woodcock describes is no nostalgic dream, morea modern nightmare. His cautionary tale mentions Jeremy Kyle, stretchmarks, ‘unney traps and all manner o dark matters. It’s a bit music hall with its plonky pianna, and its funny as well as bleak, like a night in a dodgy boozer:you’re laughing, but, in a grimy corner, something unspeakable’s going on. On the flip, the laddish persona falls awayand it’s like Suede as a pub band withan awareness of real life. Both sides fear females: she’s got the power. It’s Woodcock’s second single, the first on vinyl. And it’s the best 45 I’ve heard from a new artist in 2013; pity you’re reading this in ’14. The geezer’s a star.