In an age of 30th anniversary tours, re-issues and Pope visits, the more weary of us seek solace in the arms of the bands we loved during our youth. Then I realise that all of the bands currently reforming and wheeling out old tunes, are indeed the bands I loved during MY youth which makes me very old. Oh well!. Ancient, then.
30 years ago (and a bit), The Distractions, a pop-band from Manchester with a melancholy cherry on top, released one of the best independent singles EVER with Time Goes By So Slow, proving themselves to be the least-likely Factory band EVER so they signed to Island instead, failed to grab any hits despite a handful of great singles and a decent album and split up. What a shame.
2010 sees tortured singer Mike Finney return with his charges, armed with more mirrorball-sadness and unrequited retro-romance. Hey, if it works for Richard Hawley, it should have worked for Finney and Perrin. And it still does, the three songs on Black Velvet are bathed in exquisite sadness, not least the six-minute title track. Straight out of the Tony Christie/ Frankie Laine songbook, its a huskily intoned ballad that will perplex most lovers of X-Factor and Bring Me My Comb And Ill S**t On The Dog, or whatever the latest scream burp happens to be.
The remaining two songs are of a similar ball-park with perhaps Still It Doesnt Ring being the most expressive, if only for the title. Apparently a compilation CD is planned for 2011, with another new brace of songs due to be released on 12 in November. A welcome back for a worthy reunion.