ARTIST: The Paddingtons TITLE: First Comes First LABEL: Vertigo GENRE: Indie BITRATE: 235kbps avg PLAYTIME: 0h 33min total RELEASE DATE: 2005-10-24 RIP DATE: 2005-09-18 Track List ---------- 01. Same Old Girl 3:04 02. First Comes First 2:56 03. 50 To A £ 3:03 04. Worse For Wear 2:32 05. Loser 2:14 06. Panic Attack 3:29 07. Tommy's Disease 3:32 08. Stop Breathing 2:18 09. Alright In The Morning 3:09 10. 21 2:24 11. Sorry 4:56 Release Notes: In Every Pop Song There's A Heart Ache.... In this day-and-age what is a poor rock'n'roll band to do? Some evil mothers will always be there, telling them that its all been done before: punk-rock-free-jazz-drone-folk-hip-hop-grime-house ... the list goes on-and-on. But what of reaction? I can tell you this much. It is reaction-action-and then the Paddingtons: coming straight-outta-hull and right into the nailbomb of freak-beat Youthquake explosion of the ‘04 (it being the aftershocks of the recent naive revolution, of kids who just wanna rock, reverberating to the sounds of the London underground, just kids who want to have amplified feedback in their pop songs before bedtime, simple things-like-that) ... And there is no heart ache, no tentative wandering steps down the history of year-zerosim, no neuroticism of punk pop idols becomes completely masqued by the a thousand-mile-high-thrash of fuzzed-out rock and like the imitation of christs that is Joey Ramon and baptised by the proto-punks, The Saints. With the Paddingtons, the kings are gone and not forgotten. And as the needle comes down on the scratchy vinyl and out comes the unabashed love of YEAR HEROISM of 1977 contained in a brutal explosion of three chord heaven thrash.... And you forget your critics. And you forget that you just rode an urine-soaked bus uptown. And the android anti-music of ringtones. The pushy boredom of urgent-urgent-urgent people with nothing that important to do. Why? Because "21", is the theme-from-the-greatest-unreleased-teen-exploitation movie, with vocalist, Tom Atkins becoming the speed-king of pop as he spits out his lyrics like they were chemical burns in his mouth. The acid-eaten melodies of ‘21' gnaw, penetrate, carry that three-minute-high of the impossible... perfect punk for now people! "Same Old Girl"; is a pop-punk explosion ... with feedback so strong it sounds like insects trapped in their guitars buzzing, buzz, buzzing to get out. If you ever wondered what Busted would sound like if forced to intake dangerous amount of amphetamine and locked in a solitary cell for long periods at a time, coming out dangerous and psychotic with a glean-of-mean in their eyes and a hunger that can only be solved through high-leve-danger-abuse of guitar, chanting strung-out teen angst love songs, you need to no longer plan any further. The Paddingtons have solved that dilemma and potentially many more. Beware! The Paddingtons are on tour and they know where you live! (We Think). The Paddingtons are there for you when that howl, that screaming lament of frustration, goes-through-you, when you hear canned laughter on bad BBC1 shows, stuck, lost, wondering through the concrete mind-fuck of London, tonight, The Paddingtons are playing just-for-you....