‘One broken plate and a big hunk of cow’

So I found this funky looking band on myspace, they looked pretty swinging in their photo so I asked them for a song or two. And how nice of them, they obliged by sending me four tracks. We shared some more dialogue and I managed to get a bio on the band. Fashion Plate Daddy thanks so much, I needed to do this so badly.

Like I said, four songs, what a mixture of retired decade-old shit. Originality, nil; hooks, nil; cliches, heaps. For a bunch of hip-looking Londoners how could it all go so wrong? Easy, just listen.

Trotting back to myspace for a second, it was a myspace ad that first brought the band together. A match made in heaven, “an art punk guitarist who wants to play soul meets a soul singer who wants to scream her bloody head off.” Well yeah, they got that bit right. The funniest thing about Fashion Plate Daddy is that it’s so bad, it’s so fucking good. You know how you get those bands that are excruciating, but for some reason you can’t help but listen? try it. It’s so fucking good Fashion Plate Daddy can be proud of their achievements. A limited edition single in June with ‘Lipbite’, ‘Boots’ and ‘Tit’ started my obsession. They assure me something is coming before the end of the year and have plans for an album next year. Whoopee, I can’t wait!

If you think I’m just an underachieving fuck-wit who doesn’t deserve an opinion then listen sunshine, this is chaotic crap of the the highest quality. ‘Hangman’ may be one of the most excruciating songs ever made, but it certainly shows those other psychotic maniacs The Noisettes how soul punk should really sound.

Fashion Plate Daddy- Hangman: MP3

Fashion Plate Daddy- Boots: MP3

Fashion Plate Daddy- Myspace

 

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