Eades
‘Same Guy’

Leeds, England, is a hotspot for new music these days, centred around the Brudenell Social Club.  Half of Eades plays in Far Caspian as well.  The concept behind a place like the Brudenell Social Club, or Melkweg in Amsterdam, might be lost on a North American audience.  Venues like these arise out of cooperative boards and working men’s clubs, operating as non-profits. They have bars, stages for music and theatre, and films and exist in their cities and neighbourhoods as part of the local community.  In fact, for a bit in the 00s, Brudenell had to stop hosting live music because of noise complaints, though that problem has since been solved.

Anyway.  Eades.  They are a five piece, comprised of Harry Jordan on vocals and guitar; Tom O’Reilly plays lead guitar; Jof Cabedo plays the drums; Dave Lancaster provides the low end theory; and Dan Clifford-Smith plays synth and percussion.  ‘Same Guy’ is a new-wavey, groove-oriented track that grows out of a few riffs Lancaster was fucking around with on his bass, looking for new ways to extend Eades’ sound.  The result is a track with strong Bollywood influences, especially through the percussion of Clifford-Smith.

The song itself is tightly wound around the groove and layered guitars and that skittish beat, and it’s catchy as all get out.

Lyrically, we get a sense of existential dread, as Jordan explains that ‘It’s essentially a coming of age tune, and the realisation that eventually we’re all going to grow old, becoming either our parents, or the oldies we might think are ‘uncool. It’s about accepting we are all just part of the cycle.’  I find myself drawn to the lyrics, I may be a generation older then these lads, but as I can see 50 on the horizon, I am getting old, and whilst I feel I have successfully avoided becoming my parents, and my students still seem to think I’m cool, and not just for an oldie (phew), apparently, this dread never goes away.

The chorus sees Jordan singing ‘I’ll alway be the same guy/Same mistakes.’  And this has me wondering, do we really stay the same person we were when we were 20 when we’re 50?

I dare you not to get this one stuck in your head.