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They’re strange, they’re scouse, and they probably won’t rob your house because they’re on tour.
Space ran parallel to the dull indie Britpop revolution of the late 90s whilst at the same time having nothing to do with the lifeless shoegazing movement, preferring to weird it up with songs about serial killers, stalkers, crooks and monsters (just an average night out in Liverpool then), and sweetening their cartoon villains with romance, humour and melodies brighter than Hawking after a good night’s kip.
And they’re responsible for more hits than you might think – who can forget Neighbourhood, Female Of The Species, You & Me Versus The World, Avenging Angels, The Ballad of Tom Jones, Dark Clouds, Diary Of A Wimp… ah, now you remember.
Well here’s some news for you then. After some serious messing about at the hands of their old label, Space abandoned their fantastic third album (and trust me, it really was a belter), but only because they write great tunes as easily as J-Lo gets hitched. Cue Suburban Rock n Roll, a replacement album as bold and infectious as the original. Catch Space at one of their ever-increasing live dates to hear all the old favourites plus new favourites you haven’t met yet.
Altogether now: “In number 69 there lives a transvestite…”
Dates:
Fri 10 Dec – Carling Academy 1 & 2, Liverpool
Thu 16 Dec – Rock Cafe 2000, Stourbridge
Fri 1 Apr – The Boardwalk, Sheffield