You know what The Strypes are all about. Sure you do. Four Irish teenagers who’ve been playing garage blues since roughly the time they learnt to walk. Thrashing out R’n’B rave ups like a group of mates who’d bunked double Geography to play a quick covers set down the Bag O’Nails club circa 1965. All mini mohair suits, wailing harmonica and punky freakbeat.
Except of course, that’s NOT what The Strypes are all about. Not by a long shot, .
Influenced as much by acts like the Arctic Monkeys and George Clinton as the band had previously been by records from Bo Diddley or Nick Lowe, McClorey would sometimes work on demos on his laptop before bringing them to the band who would then turn what he had completely on its head. Other times songs would come from a bass riff, drum loop or a tape splice of something else they had been working on, re-fashioned to create an entirely new idea. Essentially, it was a million miles away from rehearsing old blues covers after school.
"That was the idea, not have a strict purist attitude towards the music, ‘Oh you can only do this or you can only do that,’” notes Walsh. “We didn’t think like that. It’s about expressing your love for these types of music, but not being reverential because you have to carve your own thing.”
Of course, put it to the band that this album marks a stellar leap forward from their debut and they look non-plussed. “We’ve grown up, musically,” says McClorey matter-of factly. “It’s just a progression. It’s like comparing what we were listening to when we were 12 and 13 to what we’re listening to now. It’s obviously going to be different.”
It's different for sure, but it also gets right to the heart of what makes these four people such a great band. Get ready to meet the real Strypes.