Trash Fashion and 586
TRASH FASHION (3 Stars) 586 (4 Stars)
Spies in the Wires@Cabaret Voltaire, Edinburgh, Thu 10 May
(Picture: Trash Fashion)
How smartypants London quintet 586’s charming concoction of shouty, dancy pop-pummelling got itself hijacked by the smattering of glowsticks-to-the-max joke-New Rave trendies in evidence tonight is Scooby-gang mysterious. Six months back they’d have been hailed as post-punk pastichists extraordinaire. Then again, 586’s sound is actually pre-punk, their reedy confection of mid-70s dressing-up-box dramatics and fairground boy/girl dub more resembling long-lost missing link between glam and new wave.
586’s finest moment, ‘Saying My Name’ may be the result of drug’n’ cheese induced paranoia, but in terms of over-ripe Cheddar, Trash Fashion prove themselves as equally willing to embrace self-parody as they are in the YouTube-available mockumentary highlighting their east London antics in a manner more resembling CBeebies than CBGBs. Think a scrotey, monged-up alliance between EMF, Goldie Lookin’ Chain, The Darkness and Sigue Sigue Sputnik. Most of all, though, think a Spinal Tap-style scam. Did someone blink? That’ll be another bandwagon missed then.