No One Cares
CD | DL
Andy Brown reviews No One Cares, the second album of indie-pop by South Yorkshire’s Regional Creeps. He shares his thoughts for Louder Than War.
In 2020 nothing seems straightforward and good news seems to be in short supply: it’s in times like these that we often find ourselves reaching for something reliable and reassuring. I love a lot of different types of music but I hold a particularly special place in my heart for indie-pop. Regional Creeps have some of the most gorgeous indie-pop tunes you’re likely to hear and their second LP, No One Cares, is full of the kind of blissful jangle-pop guaranteed to put you in a substantially better mood. 2020 has put a (temporary) stop to live music but it can’t stop Regional Creeps.
Hard To Choose opens the album with some effortlessly cool slacker-pop infused with melodic vocals and soaring guitars. Everything in its right place. There really aren’t enough songs with my name in the title and the lilting, lethargic grace of Andy’s Gone readdresses the balance in style with a tune that mixes sweet harmonies with the uneasy undercurrent of Blur’s Oily Water. Nice. Do It For Yourself was released as a single and in a just and fair world would be on an endless loop in every indie club in the land. Of course, they’re all closed at the moment but there’s no reason why you can’t enjoy this immaculate slice of jangle-pop at home.
Songwriters Giannis Kipreos and Zach Duvall have an ear for melody that’s impossible to ignore and it’s this infectious ability with a tune that runs through every single moment on No One Cares. No Offence keeps things light-footed and breezy while Maybe I Will slows things down a little for one of the albums most blissful, dreamlike moments. The album has me pining for sunnier days and long afternoons spent lying down in the grass. The title track is infused with the simple, heartfelt soul of the finest indie-pop. “No one really cares about your fancy album sleeve” they sing through the hazy, melancholic melody, “it’s 4 o’clock in the fucking morning/ I’m about to leave”.
You Don’t Need To Go Home lures us back into the party for one last drink and who can resist those sweet, booze-soaked harmonies? The low-key Work Related Injury keeps the music sunny and carefree while exploring less idyllic circumstances before the ace It’s Over kicks things up a gear. Bassist Sam Horton and drummer Mark Rochman ensure the songs remain limber and danceable throughout. Regional Creeps are here to provide you with your very own, COVID-secure indie-disco. At 3 minutes and 51 seconds, Dizzy is by far the longest track here. A real epic by indie-pop standards. It’s a rather brilliant way to close the album, a dynamic and layered track that might just be the finest thing they’ve done yet.
The songs evoke everything from the halcyon days of C86, Britpop and nineties US indie; not through imitation or homage but through a shared spirit and approach. Regional Creeps are the kind of band that would have found a perfect home on the sorely missed Fortuna Pop label. Like a lot of the finest indie this is music that’s been dreamt up in tiny bedrooms and smoky front rooms at 3 in the morning; free of cynicism and industry tampering. DIY culture is alive and well. No One Cares isn’t rocket science and nor should it be, Regional Creeps have created an album of effortless, indie-pop magic. You’d be a fool to miss out.
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All words by Andy Brown. You can visit his author profile and read more of his reviews for Louder Than War HERE