SURPRISINGLY GOOD COVER OF THE DAY: The Cribs – Under Pressure

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Oh Fredrick Farrokh Bulsara Mercury, the modern world as we know it owes you so much. Without your dedication to facial fuzz, moustaches would be nothing more than a furry advocation of your best friend being a cat, and cohabiting with your mother long into your mid life crisis. Likewise, Lycra jumpsuits are now a staple in my day to day wear, and no amount of concerned prudes asking me to leave freezer sections in supermarkets is going to change that. And just how dull would existence be without pompously strutting around like a rooster, with the combined confidence of Stuart Baggs and Joisey Shaws Mike ”Situation” every now and again? Approximately as exciting as a threesome with David Cameron and a GCSE test. This in mind what better band to pay tribute to frett fiddling, over the top-athon that is Queen then, than anti image, understated trio The Cribs? It’s a tricky one that’s for sure. Whatever your opinions on Queens tunes, the Wakefield trio’s lo-fi undertaking of Under Pressure (above obvs) reveals that underneath the showy, theatrical exterior, lies a fist clenching, guttural, call to arms, as punk in spirit as anything the Johnny Rotten’s or Iggy Pop’s of the world could muster. Throw several cans of hairspray into the mix next time though eh Jarmans? There’s a bar that’s been set you know…

JT