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"WE ARE the dysfunctional children who caught a glimpse of the clown through a gap in the curtain, swigging whisky moments before he burst onstage. WE ARE the young men who saw the pain behind the eyes of the dentist before he extracted our wisdom teeth. WE ARE ...
In the future, George Best will be remembered for one thing and one thing only; the fact that he introduced two drunk and disenfranchised idlers to one another and persuaded them to form a band; BIB. Geriatrics and Generation X-ers alike will one day make pilgrimages to this hallowed hostelry to gaze upon His seat and wonder what kind of world they would be living in were it not for that pivotal, if close to unintelligible, conversation.
The genesis of BIB is the best story Nick Hornby never wrote. The nucleus of the band, Duncan Diamond and Jack Trade were regulars in their local drinking hole, on no more than nodding terms, and this may have been how it would have stayed were it not for that fortuitous encounter with a relapsed Besty. The newly acquainted duo soon bonded over a mutually shared collection of likes and dislikes. Music and everyday life in the temporary labour sector, evenings spent gazing from sofas across glittering seas of empty lager cans. Quickly deciding the only real medium to exorcise these obsessions was music, the embryonic BIB was born.
Soon press-ganging fellow regulars, Chris K-OS and Justin Denim, into respective guitar and drumming duties, a spate of gigs followed. It being at one of these auspicious performances that the band caught the eye of the fledgling Adult Baby record label. Clearly realising a union between BIB and Adult Baby was divinely ordained, while in a post-gig state of vulnerability and intoxication, they were immediately signed up for a double 'A' side release of two of their crowd favourites; 'Jobs-on-line' and 'Victims of Crime'.
If, as BIB say, their target audience is "the ex-farmer now working in a call centre" these two songs are an indication that in years to come BIB's songs are the ones he'll be singing through the karaoke machine at his office Christmas party. With lyrical themes ranging from the spectre of imminent unemployment ('jobs-on-line'), gambling-addiction aspiration ('I Want To Be a Better'), the internet ('24 Hour Supermarket'), canine/equine juxtaposition as a class-conscious metaphor ('Her Dog Is a Horse') and a sing-along eulogy to history's great drinkers ('The Publican's Song' - Mr Best of course receiving the crowning accolade) it's clear that BIB have little in common with many of the vacuous here today-gone tomorrow guitar acts clogging up the charts like a knot of spawning toads, trapped by a garden pond's overflow pipe.
Listening to BIB's music you imagine the soundtrack to an amphetamine-fuelled foursome between Simon and Garfunkel and The Cheeky Girls. Variously described as "a pissed-off Pet Shop Boys", "Devo produced by Trevor Horn" or "the first intellectual boy band" what defies ANY description is the pure pop appeal of BIB's music. What cannot be denied is that BIB are as much a welcome anti-dote to the SHIT filling up the charts and music press as they are, in their own words; "THE FUTURE OF MUSIC WITH NO FUTURE".
On the subject of their influences they only venture Joy Division ("Cos that'll attract the students") and S-Club Juniors ("Cos that'll attract the kids"). A review likening BIB to a 'synth-pop Suicide' means little to the band, professing an ignorance of the New York electro-punks; another comparing them to the Happy Mondays is received more favourably, albeit if, "they were fronted by Jeremy Paxman instead of Shaun Ryder". But who needs comparison? BIB are peerless and in the words of that office party 'erection-section' perennial; "Nobody does it better".
Watching BIB live it's hard not to be bowled over by the blizzard of blood, sweat and tears raining from the stage, and struck down by the contagious virus of their perfect pop. Duncan and Jack are without doubt a better double act than anything even Amsterdam's seediest side-street has to offer, while Justin and K-OS kick the sorry butts of any wet-arsed indie act right out the saloon door and into the path of a stampeding herd of bison. But, alas, even the best things must temporarily come to an end. Gig over, BIB get into their van, slip into second, ease out the clutch, give it a bit of poke and head for the top. Why not come along for the ride? There's plenty of room in the back. It's a big van and it doesn't have to be back till Monday.
"Jobs-On-Line" c/w "Victims of Crime" Adult Baby Records (AB001) RELEASED 07/02/05 press: Andy Fraser, Some Friendly 0207 684 4831 / info: email@example.com / bib: www.bibtheband.co.uk"