The Shed Project: My Life
The best thing in Bolton since Jay Jay Okocha are back with their finest song yet. Sam Lambeth eats some custard creams, pretends he’s Bruce Lee and soaks it all up.
“I’ve seen things you don’t wanna see,” Roy Fletcher warns. You get the feeling he isn’t alluding to accidentally watching a Jedward concert, either. This is music from the mean streets, but there is heart and warmth throughout.
The Shed Project have firmly positioned themselves as music from and for the working classes. Whereas before this was represented in gut-punching anthems and lads abroad rockers, here they bare their soul in a way that demonstrates the vulnerability of growing up on the breadline (or should that be shedline?).
My Life is their pinnacle, their zenith, their Rocky moment. It’s a fantastic vignette of triumph, defiance and contentment. It’s a snapshot of working-class life, beating the bullies and having the scars – both emotional and physical – to prove it. Not only is it Fletcher’s finest outing as a songwriter, shifting from Custard Creams to detailing being bullied with masterful poise, but also The Shed Project’s best performance as a band.
It’s gentle without being a pushover, and mighty without losing its sense of wistfulness and sensitivity. The guitars jangle pleasantly, with a mandolin-style staccato perfectly puncturing proceedings. With rollicking drums and a gorgeous chorus, Fletcher’s voice soaring like a Bruce Lee roundhouse, you’ll be jealous of the life these guys have lived…even if they aren’t.
Another triumph from The Shed Project. Their next move will be frightening.