someone just wrote this about us...
The Heebie Jeebies are more awesome than awe itself. They flit between two sounds, the first of which is an approximation of the noise God makes when composting skunky cheesecake in a Hawaiian shirt at a boozy BBQ with the in-laws. The second is probably what Stingwould sound like if he came from Wath-upon-Dearne, necked pills in a tantric manner and fronted Sublime. The free download (African Bathroom) they’ve given us to accompany these photos (which seem to indicate an obsession with nipples) falls in the latter category. It’s acer than making up a comparative form of the adjective ace, but then what did you expect from a trio of mystically shambolic shaman who embellish calypso rhythms with a poetic social panorama, and take on modern insecurities and failings with an inflatable blunderbus loaded with blue-sky thinking.
Rotherham-based (but clearly with one foot in another dimension), this fast, spasmodic and inventive band have toured extensively with Negative Narrative favourites Slow Club. A DIY aesthetic spills from everything they do as is evident when looking at their videos (like this Dadaist headfuck for Misery Guts), listening to their ‘musics’, or looking at these intraview photos. Talking of which, they win a spot prize for being the first band to combine nakedness and screaming illegalities in the same snap, thereby unwittingly raising the bar of taste and decency to a level which we feel much more comfortable with.
Hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, heebie-jeebie. It matters not. If it all makes me as excitedly jittery as this then I’ll have three of each please. You all need this band in your life, but beware - it may perspectivise the irreversible dullness of all the others forever.
see the photos etc here.
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