Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly - Call Me Ishmael Single Review

Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly
Call Me Ishmael
Single Review

Now call me old-fashioned, or maybe just old will do, but I've never been one to get this whole emo thing. Teenage angst is all good and proper – the Manics, Placebo, Ash – one and all had their day back in the day, and while not everyone could relate to what they were saying all of the time, at least there was a purpose and a meaning to it. And they were based in the UK of course, with a lifetime of British experiences, meaning that their audience could at least relate to it.

Nowadays of course, the whole emo thing is by-and-large an American phenomenon which makes it all the more baffling how most something-teens actually understand it, let alone actually give a toss. Surely if you've heard one whiney fratboy accent you've heard them all, right? Sadly, the production line shows no sign of stopping, and emo bloke after emo bloke continues to be churned out.

As for this, Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly is actually a guy from Southend of all places by the name of Sam Duckworth. What does he sound like? Dashboard Confessional, in case you hadn't already guessed. Does your reviewer care for this record? Not that much, it has to be said. 'Call Me Ishmael' is about as lame as a dog with four broken legs. No go and listen to some Larrikin Love or something and stop singing in that god-awful American accent. Please.

3/10

Dom Gourlay