The things that run through your head at two in the morning when you’re in Aberdeen. Things like did Wickes have a sale on grey stone when they built this city (apparently having a grey cathedral makes you a city)? Or my rapidly growing fascination with tactical nuclear weapons? There must be something good about this part of the world.
Indeed there is and my block the world out headphones had the answer as an unassuming band from somewhere about the North East of Scotland let loose an EP of untidiness and undeniable energy. Min Diesel, for that is their name, positively swagger with disdain and excessive power chords through the four songs on their EP “Mínage à Twa”. “Home” for example rolls along like math rock on smack before simply unplugging itself. That’s attitude for you. Likewise, “The Roaring Twenties” takes indie rock and bitch slaps it into a leering, sneering pastiche.
Even the obviously revisionist “A Bitter Pop Song” is so knowingly edgy that it very nearly trips over its own street credibility. Very nearly but it doesn’t because…you can sing along with it. Min Diesel will never be too cool for school.
So there you are. Min Diesel are a diamond in the rough. It’s only f*cked up rock 'n' roll but I like it. Yes I Do.