Throwing Up

It’s been a little old while since we first noted this scrappy, grungy London crew; what have they been doing for two and a half years? From the sounds of it, artfully scuffing their DMs and making sure the thumbholes in their long-sleeved T-shirts are in just the right spot. Songwriting, not so much, but what their debut ‘Over You’ lacks in substance it makes up for with gloriously out-of-time energy, recalling the scowly strops of Elastica at their rawest, or early, squally Ash. The likes of ‘Big Love’ and the “nah-nah-nah”-ing ‘Gone Again’ are rompy, rough-toned fun, with gutter-punk guitars and a simple joy to them. I say hurl.

Emily Mackay
Read more at http://www.nme.com/reviews/throwing-up/14569#fEE0bc1lfgOtiAvk.99 - NME

Hair appropriately mussed, fuzzbox permanently cranked, Throwing Up are the latest bunch of tie-dyed miscreants to be spewed out of London and set free to share their delights with the rest of the world. Championed by The Charlatans‘ Tim Burgess to the extent he’s releasing this record through his own label, they’ve been kicking up a fuss for a few years now, finally culminating in their debut album, Over You. If you haven’t heard of them before, that’s precisely the point of the insular crowds they’ve been running in, but now they’re ready to make themselves know, and, courtesy of frontwoman Camille Benett, they’re yelling and hollering all the way

‘Big Love’ kicks it all off, sounding like ‘Blitzkrieg Bop’ via The Waitresses and jolting you with its infectiousness before swiftly fucking off in exhilarating fashion. ‘Medicine’ is a breathless punch of punk energy, while ‘Mother Knows Best’ is what Bananarama would have been if they ever considered a move into grunge. The single ‘Snake’ is both their poppiest and probably finest moment, a melodic whirlwind and respite from all the relentless thrashing and clashing, whereas ‘Stomach Pain’ is another bouncing, understated highlight filled with schoolgirl harmonies while ‘Toothache’ batters itself around gleefully.

A tightly wrapped summary of proceedings seems to be the most apt, given that Over You ends at around 20 minutes in, before you have a chance to catch your breath. Diminuitive in size but brimful of energy, it’s a big heap of fun and carefree sass. They’re characterised by a joyous primitiveness and achieve something thrilling within their technical means; limited structures are the help and not the hindrance on Over You. Executed in a carelessly wonky fashion, tunefulness isn’t always a concern and neither is pausing, because pausing is for wimps – the record delights in its own DIY ramshackle appeal and implores you to do the same.

Like the baby sister of riot grrrl, their agenda doesn’t stretch much further than bashing shit boyfriends, and that’s just fine for now. Its bratty petulance is part of its Veruca Salt charm but without the blistering ferocity of her 90s grunge namesake. At times it needs a little more bite than it delivers and doesn’t quite pack the punch it should but it has such guts and grit, we can’t keep our eyes off them and we can’t help but fall in love with this deliciously raucous album. Full of fleeting pleasures, but great ones nevertheless, it’s a brief encounter but that’s part of their winning formula. Throwing Up seems like a fitting reflection of the raw, base, involuntary expression that embodies this album: bile and bitterness following a hell of a party, or a doomed romance. Over You might be a precursor for what will turn out to be an ill advised tryst that our mothers warned us against, but we just know Throwing Up are for keeps. - The Line of Best Fit

Here is another installment from those Throwing Up dudes! The track's the second part from the 'When I Touch You' 7". You can catch them playing at the Yes Way Festival in Peckham on Sunday. Tickets HERE. Yes Blud. - BEAT Magazine

Throwing Up is a London punk mess that consists of Ben Rayner, Clare James Clare and Camille Benett. We got in contact after I posted the killer track 'Teeth' by Fever Fever. Rather than tell you about them, I've left it up to Camille...

"Me and Ben were born in the same month, in 1985, good year for movies and maybe wine, he used to go out with a girl who lived next to my school but I never met him til we were older. He thinks I'm pretty gross, but that might just be something he thinks about all girls that aren't Lauren, his wife, or it might be because sometimes when I'm drunk I take my clothes off in public or lie in the street crying. At any rate, he's adopted me now for better or worse and I think I've given him my cold so at least on a microbial level we're related. Clare I think I’ve known since i was 19, but maybe before that I used to turn up at nights she worked at and demand to be let in free. She hated me for it until one day we just became best friends and moved in together. That was pretty tempestuous and we tried to kill each other so we moved apart, now we're older and wiser and spend just enough time together to uphold the fragile balance between psyched and psycho. She lives in this warehouse where we have a rehearsal space, it's decorated with paper skeletons and silk flowers and we share it with Mazes and Male Bonding. Our rehearsals usually just involve messing around and drinking beers and blue wkd, we have short attention spans and smoke too much and I'm always late. Sometimes I think it's a bit embarrassing but mostly I just write songs about boys and being mental with boys, or people who piss me off, they're kind of the same thing. I'm also really preoccupied with the idea of having nothing to say or saying meaningless things and being a fake or a liar. I feel like everyone's lying to everyone and themselves all the time. Maybe I'm paranoid."

Brilliant.

Throwing Up - Mother Knows Best - Sonic Masala

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Album: Single
Release: 26 October 2011
File Under: lo fi, punk, rock
Similar: post punk bands, kinda like a faster Le Tigre
Website: throwinguptheband.tumblr.com

I think if you are going to play punk influenced music then you can't have a better name than London's Throwing Up. Right away you know what you are signing up for - fast drums, faster guitars, a flurry of cymbal crashes, slightly off-key singing, and a frenetic rush to get to the end of the short, two minute song.

The heavily distorted power chord guitars are just plain fun and intro riff has you hooked from the start. 'Mother Knows Best' has the amazing quality of sounding messy and disheveled, at the same time they stay in time while they turn the metronome to lots of bpms. I don't even know what that's supposed to mean because I've been listening to this on repeat for the past twenty minutes and I just want to jump around and dance.
- Fairly Coherent

Sometimes I receive loveless messages or a post on facebook of bands who want to have a bit of exposure on blogs and that was it. They might come across really lovey-dovey but you know that in the end they won’t pay you back. So you simply leave it. It was different with this band even if this press text might have been sent to quite a number of people – it wasn’t just a faceless introduction to a band. Throwing Up are a London based 3 piece who are sharing their rehearsal room with the Mazes and my favourites Male Bonding – nothing bad can come out of this rehearsal space from the looks of it. Their sound might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m not everyone and you might be neither. And because Camille wrote such a personal description of the band I’ll post it here.

“Throwing up is Ben Rayner, Clare james Clare and Camille Benett. Me and Ben were born in the same month, in 1985, good year for movies and maybe wine, he used to go out with a girl who lived next to my school but I never met him til we were older. He thinks I’m pretty gross, but that might just be something he thinks about all girls that aren’t Lauren, his wife, or it might be because sometimes when I’m drunk I take my clothes off in public or lie, crying, in the street. At any rate, he’s adopted me now for better or worse and I think I’ve given him my cold so at least on a microbial level we’re related.
Clare I think I’ve known since i was 19, but maybe before that I used to turn up at nights she worked at and demand to be let in free. She hated me for it until one day we just became best friends and moved in together. That was pretty tempestuous and we tried to kill each other so we moved apart, now we’re older and wiser and spend just enough time together to uphold the fragile balance between psyched and psycho. She lives in this warehouse where we have a rehearsal space, it’s decorated with paper skeletons and silk flowers and we share it with Mazes and Male Bonding. Our rehearsals usually just involve messing around and drinking beers and blue wkd, we have short attention spans and smoke too much and I’m always late.

Sometimes I think it’s a bit embarrassing but mostly I just write songs about boys and being mental with boys, or people who piss me off, they’re kind of the same thing. I’m also really preoccupied with the idea of having nothing to say or saying meaningless things and being a fake or a liar. I feel like everyone’s lying to everyone and themselves all the time. Maybe I’m paranoid.”




And here you go – a little interview of the band they did last night after a gig.
1. What’s the story behind the name of the band?
Camille: It was supposed to be about struggling to be perfect but really now it’s more just about partying until you throw up… I’ve had some epic band related puking moments.

2. The best records of all times in the whole wide world
Ben: Kanye West – My beautiful dark twisted fantasy, Clare: Tim – The Replacements
3. As a child who did you want to be like?
Clare: Sarah from Labyrinth

4. What’s the most embarrassing record in your collection
Camille: Reef – Glow


5. A book/song that changed us
Camille: Babes in Toyland, the making and selling of a rock and roll band, that’s one of the only book that Clare and i read at the same time.
Ben: listening to Greenday changed my life.

6. Our favourite place
Our rehearsal studio that we share with two other bands, we call it the hug cupboard, we’ve got flowers and paper skeletons and glow in the dark graffiti on the walls… everything’s better in there. We might start only playing shows in there too, 10 people capacity £1000 a ticket.

7. What influences would you say was present in your music?
Camille: I think that relationships are the biggest influence to what i do, i don’t mean romantic ones, just human interactions with the people around you, family, friends, society, but then all the bands we grew up with influenced us too and you can definitely hear that

8. What process do you go through when you write your music?
Usually one of us records a demo at home of an idea they had, either guitar parts or something more fully formed, then we all listen to it and work on it together. Most of the time it’s the music first then the lyrics afterwards, for some songs we change the words over and over until they stick.


9. Are you seeking fame or fortune or something altogether different?
fortune, fortune, fortune, we’ve got five year plans and accountants in every currency, it’s our main goal for sure.

10. How would you describe your sound in one sentence?
It all just bounces along quite nicely I think.

Their new single ‘Mother Knows Best’ is coming out on What’s Your Rupture on the 26th of October.
It can be downloaded here.
- frock a zine

Throwing Up are a band worth your attention, they are also a band worth emailing, if you want short and sweet answers to some burning questions of yours. Secret Admirer got to know them, through email, in a similar way to internet dating. But far less creepy.


Why did you choose to call your band Throwing Up?

No idea, it just happened, it's a pretty sick name for a band.

How and why was the band formed?

Ben’s wife asked us to help him get involved in more feminine activities since he was too much of a bro. Now he loves Corrie. And Hole. Ok, the Hole bit’s a lie.

How do you go about writing songs?

We get in a bad mood about something then sit in our bedrooms moaning until it becomes a song, we record demos like this on Garageband and send them to each other all the time. Sometimes we forget all about them for a month or so and then we'll be playing a show and the day before we're like ‘wasn't there a song that would be perfect for this show?’. So then we'll work it out in soundcheck and it becomes a Throwing Up song.

Does it help your band reach more people by being based in London?

I guess it must be easier than if you lived somewhere with no music scene, but then there's so many bands here, and so many shows going on every night, I think you get more support if you live somewhere smaller. It's great when we play shows in the venues that we actually hang out in, then all our friends come down and it's super fun, that's probably more important to us than reaching a larger amount of people.

Do you feel like you are rebelling against anything with your music?

Not really. We make music for fun and as long as it’s fun we'll make music.

What's the best gig you have played so far?

Supporting Off! and playing at Primavera and SXSW. Except we were totally out of our minds for the whole of SXSW, not so much a great gig but a great excuse to get wasted in Texas.

Do you have any weird fans yet?

We have some really sweet fans, I don't think there's anyone that weird though.

Do you think the Internet is good or bad for music?

This is such an impossible question, it's bad if non-commercial musicians can't make money from music anymore because then there will be less choice out there and less interesting new music, but it's great that smaller bands can get their music out to the world without having to get scouted so ultimately it's both good and bad.

Are there any other bands that you like playing gigs with?

We have to say Cerebral Ballzy because they're the cutest, watching them play puts me in hysterics, Black Lips are totally fun but as soon as Jared and Ben get together he'll disappear and lose his mind. Also the shows we played this weekend with Melvana and Death Grips were unhinged!

What are your plans in terms of releasing your music? And what can people already get their hands on?

We're putting out our next single "Mother Knows Best" on What's Your Rupture, then I think we might do an EP, we've got all these ballads that we want to record.? - Secret Admirer

THROWING UP RETURN IN VIDEO FORM!

Just received this adorable little email from Camille of Throwing Up fame:

are you alright, i haven’t been out for agessssss but i think i saw you the last time i did. don’t remember anything about it though except i got covered in wine. good stuff.

anyway there is a new throwing up video///



clares house, sunflowers, ben, for some of it we’re actually singing oasis songs which is why it’s out of sync…

Thanks Camille! Love you! - Leisure

THROWING UP RETURN IN VIDEO FORM!

Just received this adorable little email from Camille of Throwing Up fame:

are you alright, i haven’t been out for agessssss but i think i saw you the last time i did. don’t remember anything about it though except i got covered in wine. good stuff.

anyway there is a new throwing up video///



clares house, sunflowers, ben, for some of it we’re actually singing oasis songs which is why it’s out of sync…

Thanks Camille! Love you! - Leisure

As promised (or at least hoped for), Throwing Up’s “Mother Knows Best” starts off with a small amount of puking. And then it’s straight into horsing around in a garden with sunflowers. Looks fun! And sounds British, punk in that lineage of UK groups like X-Ray Spex and The Raincoats, quick and catchy, with equal taste for bubblegum and dirt. The trio have found an appropriate home in What’s Your Rupture?—home to both Ice Age and Comet Gain— who will release the single in late October.

Read more: http://www.thefader.com/2011/09/20/video-throwing-up-mother-knows-best/#ixzz1YViVGLJ3 - The Fader

Mother Knows Best Throwing Up
soundlcoud.com/throwing-up
Brilliant lo fi fuzzy guitared shoutey punk with a distinctly 80's teen feel to it, held in place by the spine of any NYC CBGB band. - New Music MAtters

S
ometimes, my role as music critic/shifty chameleon, word cipher/blank canvas, jaded hipster/aged retard is remarkably straightforward.

Take today, for instance. A lesser music critic might choose to paraphrase, or quote, or write their own take on Throwing Up using all sorts of flowery language and meta metaphors that couldn’t help but pale into grey next to the following words I received in my inbox earlier. Not me. I take the Elmore Leonard approach to writing. The direct route. Entertain but don’t keep them guessing. Say what you mean. So why not reprint the damn thing, and be done with it? It was probably put together by those wonder kids at American Apparel anyway. And fuck. Who am I to argue with money?

I never really know what to say about us but here is something of a bio:

Throwing up is Ben Rayner, Clare james Clare and Camille Benett. Me and Ben were born in the same month, in 1985, good year for movies and maybe wine, he used to go out with a girl who lived next to my school but I never met him til we were older. He thinks I’m pretty gross, but that might just be something he thinks about all girls that aren’t Lauren, his wife, or it might be because sometimes when I’m drunk I take my clothes off in public or lie, crying, in the street. At any rate, he’s adopted me now for better or worse and I think I’ve given him my cold so at least on a microbial level we’re related.

Clare I think I’ve known since i was 19, but maybe before that I used to turn up at nights she worked at and demand to be let in free. She hated me for it until one day we just became best friends and moved in together. That was pretty tempestuous and we tried to kill each other so we moved apart, now we’re older and wiser and spend just enough time together to uphold the fragile balance between psyched and psycho. She lives in this warehouse where we have a rehearsal space, it’s decorated with paper skeletons and silk flowers and we share it with Mazes and Male Bonding. Our rehearsals usually just involve messing around and drinking beers and blue wkd, we have short attention spans and smoke too much and I’m always late.

Sometimes I think it’s a bit embarrassing but mostly I just write songs about boys and being mental with boys, or people who piss me off, they’re kind of the same thing. I’m also really preoccupied with the idea of having nothing to say or saying meaningless things and being a fake or a liar. I feel like everyone’s lying to everyone and themselves all the time. Maybe I’m paranoid.

Camille / Throwing Up

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So then. What are they like? FUCKING ACE!



Here’s the Tumblr link.

Oh … and if all else fails, trust Tamsin. Are you almost bursting with sorrow for lack of new femme-pop/punk recommendations, and the new Everett True Bust column is months away? Trust Tamsin. She will not let you down. (Fine writer, too.)

The following is taken from her recent album review, Songs To DIY For: Messthetics, Throwing Up and Hug Party.

For starters there’s Throwing Up, a ferocious trio who I can’t wait to see live. They’ve released two 7”s on What’s Your Rupture? (‘Mother Knows Best’ and ‘When I Touch You’/’Toothache’), complete with Xeroxed covers and hand-written labels. They are nothing original, just straight-ahead boobs-to-the-wall femme-punk thrashers with good tunes. Not being original doesn’t make them not ace, they have the energy and conviction to make up for it. ‘Toothache’ features exemplary use of my two favourite chords and finishes with one of the best garage-punk screams I’ve heard in ages.

Tamsin also adds:

I like them. But, here’s the thing – actually they’re probably quite cool. And remember what I said about DIY bands being anything but?

As I say, if all else fails, trust Tamsin. - Collapse Board

After kicking nu rave into touch, powering through the garage revival and briefly toying with the idea of rekindling Britpop, the latest craze to sweep through Dalston’s pubs and clubs has been a grunge/mall punk revival. Take yourself down to Alibi on a Thursday and you’ll be confronted by kids going nuts to the Offspring and New Found Glory, and if you manage to stagger over the road to Barden’s, you can get a pretty mean game of spot the Nirvana t-shirt going on. It sounds a bit leftfield, but even the Guardian has been caught up with the bug, in its usual ‘oh-you-crazy-kids’ way.

Right in the eye of this particular storm is a band called Throwing Up. Built around ex-Headless members Camille and Claire, this three piece sound like every band you’ve ever read about in Kerrang! condensed into one neat little pop punk package, with just enough lo-fi influences piled on top so that they don’t just sound like that band you were in back in high school. Add in one of the brattier attitudes the music scene has seen since the Beastie Boys were dangerous and you have something that sounds like Reagan Youth if they were sixteen year-old suburbanites rather than New York crack heads.

In the tried and tested East End fashion, they’ve only been together a few months, but have already managed to play every big show going. They’ve played SXSW and Primavera and the main stage of this year’s 1-2-3-4 Festival in between supporting the likes of Cerebral Ballzy and Let’s Wrestle, and it’s not even autumn yet. More unbelievably, somewhere in the middle of all that, they’ve also found the time to release quite a few records and have even in legendary punk rock fanzine Maximum Rocknroll. I mean, when do these people sleep?



Why did you decide to name your band Throwing Up?

I don’t know. It just sounded cool. It’s not like we’re all bulimic or anything like that.

You guys haven't been round that long right? What have been the coolest bits so far?

We are seven months old. Playing Texas has been the highlight so far. We played a series of random house shows in the middle of nowhere.

Can you describe your sound for us? Are people allowed to call you grunge?

John Prescott after three curries. Sometimes it’s like lalallalalderdumderdum then other times it's like wahhhwahhhahararlarrargh.

I was way too drunk to remember your set at Primavera this year. How did it go?

We don't remember it either. Felt good at the time. Felt bad when we woke up. Now they won't return our calls...

Finally, can you solve this burning issue for us. Who's cooler, Dexter Holland or Billy Joe Armstrong?

This is quite hard actually. We’ve been playing some Offspring covers recently, but, basically Dexter is too much of a bro and Billy’s much more punk. So yeah, Billy. 100% Billy. Unanimous.

Throwing Up are supporting Cerebral Ballzy at the Garage tonight and are playing OFF!'s show at the Old Blue Last on Saturday.

Click here for more live music in London. - Spoonfed

Everyone knows you’re not truly cool unless you never leave East London, ever. Not even for a music festival. So thankfully for the cool, Shoreditch Park played host to the 1234 Festival last Saturday attracting hundreds of hipsters, a couple of freaks and plenty of those annoying people who wear ‘funny’ t-shirts and presumably work in offices.

The weather had the good decency to stay nice and a pleasant little surprise came along in the new band’s tent in the form of The Little Bleeders. While it took a moment to get over the what-is-this-a-Franz-Ferdinand-comedy-tribute and cool-dad-doing-karaoke vibes, they were actually one of the most enjoyable acts of the day, filling the tiny tent with energy, aided in no small part by the drummer’s tireless effort to impersonate Keith Moon.

If 1234 taught us anything, other than that festival food and toilets can be amazing, it was that girls can play guitar. Firstly through all-girl four-piece Novella, and then through the much more impressive Throwing Up. Their excellent band name won instant approval, but their combination of little girls making big noise made them a favourite of the day.

However what separates them from the endless cesspit of punk bands today is their ability to write genuine pop melodies. Although they could probably use a bit of work on their lyrics, any set that ends with a girl screaming, seemingly in horror, into a mic is always a good thing.

Following Throwing Up’s set, drummer Ben tweeted that 1234 was the ‘indie scum of the earth’ – which might suggest he didn’t enjoy it, and to be fair to him, for a lot of the day the crowd was shit.

The Chapman Family, who gave a pretty killer performance via their triple guitar assault, were met like the majority of the day’s acts with little more than a small group standing politely and no one getting particularly excited. It wasn’t until penultimate band The Raveonettes that the crowd were mostly standing and actually moving, slightly.

Following the night Black Lips tweeted their approval of The Raveonettes, but this was clearly a Black Lips crowd.

The headliners from Atlanta have quite a reputation on the live front, having had a tour of India cut short by heavy male petting and a live album recorded in Mexico with the aid of a very confused mariachi band. Their gigs usually resemble riots where bouncers are ridiculed, on stage nudity is a standard occurrence and equipment gets trashed. Quite understandably the crowd were now braced for action.

Appearing onstage early to distribute beer to the audience, guitarist Ian Saint Pé Brown added “There’s a lot of you so take two sips and pass it on.” From the onset the crowd instantly switched from stoic to rowdy spurred on by Black Lips’ shouty self-titled ‘flower-punk’ ruckus. But as the sun dipped over this sparsely-turfed patch of land in east London that Hackney Council cheekily calls a park, there was a slight feeling of disappointment in the air.

Each member seemed to be dressed like a stereotype of white male youth: bassist Jared Swilley the jock student newly into Vampire Weekend and high society, guitarist Cole Alexander a hipster engine driver, drummer Joe Bradley the grungy skater kid, and guitarist Ian Saint Pé in the standard jeans and a western shirt.

They played a selection of tracks from their sixth album, Arabia Mountain, which came out last month and was granted the added hype of being produced by Mark Ronson. And a couple of their old favourites such as their rip of O Katrina were pulled in for good measure.

But while the crowd was finally making the effort to get stuck in and dance, the band were comparatively lazy. Other than a mid-set onslaught of bog roll from their ‘stage-friends’ and a few beer torpedoes Black Lips’ set began and finished rather gently. Hardly the rock and roll ruckus we had been expecting.

By Jonathan Dunbar and Ben Graham - Evening Standard

Everyone knows you’re not truly cool unless you never leave East London, ever. Not even for a music festival. So thankfully for the cool, Shoreditch Park played host to the 1234 Festival last Saturday attracting hundreds of hipsters, a couple of freaks and plenty of those annoying people who wear ‘funny’ t-shirts and presumably work in offices.

The weather had the good decency to stay nice and a pleasant little surprise came along in the new band’s tent in the form of The Little Bleeders. While it took a moment to get over the what-is-this-a-Franz-Ferdinand-comedy-tribute and cool-dad-doing-karaoke vibes, they were actually one of the most enjoyable acts of the day, filling the tiny tent with energy, aided in no small part by the drummer’s tireless effort to impersonate Keith Moon.

If 1234 taught us anything, other than that festival food and toilets can be amazing, it was that girls can play guitar. Firstly through all-girl four-piece Novella, and then through the much more impressive Throwing Up. Their excellent band name won instant approval, but their combination of little girls making big noise made them a favourite of the day.

However what separates them from the endless cesspit of punk bands today is their ability to write genuine pop melodies. Although they could probably use a bit of work on their lyrics, any set that ends with a girl screaming, seemingly in horror, into a mic is always a good thing.

Following Throwing Up’s set, drummer Ben tweeted that 1234 was the ‘indie scum of the earth’ – which might suggest he didn’t enjoy it, and to be fair to him, for a lot of the day the crowd was shit.

The Chapman Family, who gave a pretty killer performance via their triple guitar assault, were met like the majority of the day’s acts with little more than a small group standing politely and no one getting particularly excited. It wasn’t until penultimate band The Raveonettes that the crowd were mostly standing and actually moving, slightly.

Following the night Black Lips tweeted their approval of The Raveonettes, but this was clearly a Black Lips crowd.

The headliners from Atlanta have quite a reputation on the live front, having had a tour of India cut short by heavy male petting and a live album recorded in Mexico with the aid of a very confused mariachi band. Their gigs usually resemble riots where bouncers are ridiculed, on stage nudity is a standard occurrence and equipment gets trashed. Quite understandably the crowd were now braced for action.

Appearing onstage early to distribute beer to the audience, guitarist Ian Saint Pé Brown added “There’s a lot of you so take two sips and pass it on.” From the onset the crowd instantly switched from stoic to rowdy spurred on by Black Lips’ shouty self-titled ‘flower-punk’ ruckus. But as the sun dipped over this sparsely-turfed patch of land in east London that Hackney Council cheekily calls a park, there was a slight feeling of disappointment in the air.

Each member seemed to be dressed like a stereotype of white male youth: bassist Jared Swilley the jock student newly into Vampire Weekend and high society, guitarist Cole Alexander a hipster engine driver, drummer Joe Bradley the grungy skater kid, and guitarist Ian Saint Pé in the standard jeans and a western shirt.

They played a selection of tracks from their sixth album, Arabia Mountain, which came out last month and was granted the added hype of being produced by Mark Ronson. And a couple of their old favourites such as their rip of O Katrina were pulled in for good measure.

But while the crowd was finally making the effort to get stuck in and dance, the band were comparatively lazy. Other than a mid-set onslaught of bog roll from their ‘stage-friends’ and a few beer torpedoes Black Lips’ set began and finished rather gently. Hardly the rock and roll ruckus we had been expecting.

By Jonathan Dunbar and Ben Graham - Evening Standard

It’s rare that I find myself out on a Monday night these days but Monday saw me half-cut, half way down the Holloway Road, basking in the faded mid-noughties glory of Nambucca. With Pete and Carl casting their beady eyes over me and a bar generously stocked with five flavours of After Shock I could be forgiven for thinking that I had accidentally stepped back into 2005.

In the back room I found Athens Polytechnic, a band that merged hardcore punk with a splash of The Streets. Their frontman, a Hank Rollins mini-me in a Bad Brains t-shirt had some of the most enthusiastic moves I’ve seen in a while. Anyone who can put that much energy into a performance in front of ten people on a Monday is bound to be electric when he’s got a proper crowd to bounce off. However, with banter about A-level psychology and lyrics about civil engineering, at times it got a little too Highgate School sixth form to push all my hardcore buttons. I’d love to see what these dudes deliver when they get out of the common room and into the big bad world.

Recently I’ve found myself desperate to see some women rip it up on stage Courtney Love style. That Dum Dum Girls, Wild Nothing, Veronica Falls brand of chillwave lo-fi is just lovely but sometimes I just wanna scream the motherfucking house down. I want to see women who rock and crowd surf and yell as loud as the boys. That’s why I was so excited when I stumbled across Throwing Up. When I heard the songs I felt sure that they could deliver the kind of female performance that has been missing from my life since the late nineties.

In ripped tights, black DMs and a baby doll Camille Bennett has stepped straight out of the Courtney Love school of grunge. She’s even perfected the trademark Courtney sideways look. Sadly there were no opportunities for bloody crowd surfing on a casual Monday night but musically they’re right on the bloody money. Camille’s blood curdling screams at the end of Toothache put her on a par with Little Richard and Black Francis.

In a plaid shirt and Ninja Turtles t-shirt bassist Clare James Clare is an adorable antidote to the staid immaculate robotics of other female fronted bands on the scene at the moment. While drummer Ben Rayner hurls his bare-chested tattooed heart into his drum kit. A pleasure to watch. These dudes are gonna be huge! AB - The Dalston Howl

It’s rare that I find myself out on a Monday night these days but Monday saw me half-cut, half way down the Holloway Road, basking in the faded mid-noughties glory of Nambucca. With Pete and Carl casting their beady eyes over me and a bar generously stocked with five flavours of After Shock I could be forgiven for thinking that I had accidentally stepped back into 2005.

In the back room I found Athens Polytechnic, a band that merged hardcore punk with a splash of The Streets. Their frontman, a Hank Rollins mini-me in a Bad Brains t-shirt had some of the most enthusiastic moves I’ve seen in a while. Anyone who can put that much energy into a performance in front of ten people on a Monday is bound to be electric when he’s got a proper crowd to bounce off. However, with banter about A-level psychology and lyrics about civil engineering, at times it got a little too Highgate School sixth form to push all my hardcore buttons. I’d love to see what these dudes deliver when they get out of the common room and into the big bad world.

Recently I’ve found myself desperate to see some women rip it up on stage Courtney Love style. That Dum Dum Girls, Wild Nothing, Veronica Falls brand of chillwave lo-fi is just lovely but sometimes I just wanna scream the motherfucking house down. I want to see women who rock and crowd surf and yell as loud as the boys. That’s why I was so excited when I stumbled across Throwing Up. When I heard the songs I felt sure that they could deliver the kind of female performance that has been missing from my life since the late nineties.

In ripped tights, black DMs and a baby doll Camille Bennett has stepped straight out of the Courtney Love school of grunge. She’s even perfected the trademark Courtney sideways look. Sadly there were no opportunities for bloody crowd surfing on a casual Monday night but musically they’re right on the bloody money. Camille’s blood curdling screams at the end of Toothache put her on a par with Little Richard and Black Francis.

In a plaid shirt and Ninja Turtles t-shirt bassist Clare James Clare is an adorable antidote to the staid immaculate robotics of other female fronted bands on the scene at the moment. While drummer Ben Rayner hurls his bare-chested tattooed heart into his drum kit. A pleasure to watch. These dudes are gonna be huge! AB - The Dalston Howl

This band is crazy and they like it fast. Some of their tunes are pretty laid back, but most try and raise the roof with 'smash crash bash' drums, 'chug chug chug' guitar, 'boom boom bass' and 'I'm hurting a little inside' vocal delivery. The lead singer is prone to just start screaming half way through songs, so watch out for that. They make actual throwing up sound much more fun than it is! But why throw up when you've got Throwing Up to get on down to?

http://www.myspace.com/throwingupuk


For Fans Of:

Divorce, Comanechi, Male Bonding - Champ Not Chump

This band is crazy and they like it fast. Some of their tunes are pretty laid back, but most try and raise the roof with 'smash crash bash' drums, 'chug chug chug' guitar, 'boom boom bass' and 'I'm hurting a little inside' vocal delivery. The lead singer is prone to just start screaming half way through songs, so watch out for that. They make actual throwing up sound much more fun than it is! But why throw up when you've got Throwing Up to get on down to?

http://www.myspace.com/throwingupuk


For Fans Of:

Divorce, Comanechi, Male Bonding - Champ Not Chump

Quick! Get yo’self down to Rough Trade and ‘all good record stores’ to pick up a copy of Throwing Up‘s one sided 7 inch ‘When I Touch You’, it came out today! The second track is called ‘Toothache’, but it’s not a b-side, because there is no b-side, it’s just the second track, if you turn over this record you’ll ruin your record player. Go listen to those tracks and more here.

I besmirched Throwing Up’s good name last week by saying that if Ben Rayner had anything to do with the artwork it would be pretty terrible, but it looks like they’ve gone with someone else to draw the picture, and it looks cool. For those of you who don’t know who Ben Rayner is, she’s the girl on drums in this photo, and she’s shit at drawing. - Platform

Quick! Get yo’self down to Rough Trade and ‘all good record stores’ to pick up a copy of Throwing Up‘s one sided 7 inch ‘When I Touch You’, it came out today! The second track is called ‘Toothache’, but it’s not a b-side, because there is no b-side, it’s just the second track, if you turn over this record you’ll ruin your record player. Go listen to those tracks and more here.

I besmirched Throwing Up’s good name last week by saying that if Ben Rayner had anything to do with the artwork it would be pretty terrible, but it looks like they’ve gone with someone else to draw the picture, and it looks cool. For those of you who don’t know who Ben Rayner is, she’s the girl on drums in this photo, and she’s shit at drawing. - Platform

A month ago I found myself in a hotel room with Bright Eyes, just generally sitting around while interviews came and went. Anyways I got chatting to the photographer who plays drums in this band, and he took some pics with me and Connor but I never got them. DUDE send me the fricking pictures!

Anyways, what strikes me about them is unlike all the other London DIY grungey punk-fucked band, these guys actually have substance as well as a E5 postcode. I’ve read somewhere there’s 7’ coming out on What’s Your Rupture? who’ve had some sick releases in the past - Be Bop Kids

A month ago I found myself in a hotel room with Bright Eyes, just generally sitting around while interviews came and went. Anyways I got chatting to the photographer who plays drums in this band, and he took some pics with me and Connor but I never got them. DUDE send me the fricking pictures!

Anyways, what strikes me about them is unlike all the other London DIY grungey punk-fucked band, these guys actually have substance as well as a E5 postcode. I’ve read somewhere there’s 7’ coming out on What’s Your Rupture? who’ve had some sick releases in the past - Be Bop Kids

Perfect proof that 2011 is gonna hurl some exciting new sounds across my city, THROWING UP is a brand new band from London, England. This vomitous triad only formed in September, have been sharing their songs with the world for less than 24 hours, and I’m lovesick already.

Formed of Claire and Camille, formerly of all-girl rage troupe Headless, and world famous fashion photographer (wait I turned into Tyra Banks for a second there) and excellent mosher Ben Rayner, Throwing Up make super cool snarly stripped-down punk that sounds to these ears like a catchy post-grunge echo of DC’s Chalk Circle mixed with a bit of that lo-fi Messthetics-style hustle bustle.

Photo: Clare James ClareTU has plenty of vomexperience on which to draw, as bassface Clare recalls, “I woke up in the middle of night and projectiled all over my bedroom. That included my ex-boyfriend’s face, dick, slippers, and all the clothes on my rail. When I finally made it to the loo there wasn’t even any vom left in me.”

We can but hope that this is not the case for Throwing Up and that they do indeed have plenty left to spew forth. No release plans as yet — first show “soon!”

I’m feeling a little lightheaded with all these sick metaphors, time bow out here and just say LISTEN (and here’s their Tumblr.)

Throwing Up – “Mother Knows Best” MP3 - MAximum ROCKNROLL

Perfect proof that 2011 is gonna hurl some exciting new sounds across my city, THROWING UP is a brand new band from London, England. This vomitous triad only formed in September, have been sharing their songs with the world for less than 24 hours, and I’m lovesick already.

Formed of Claire and Camille, formerly of all-girl rage troupe Headless, and world famous fashion photographer (wait I turned into Tyra Banks for a second there) and excellent mosher Ben Rayner, Throwing Up make super cool snarly stripped-down punk that sounds to these ears like a catchy post-grunge echo of DC’s Chalk Circle mixed with a bit of that lo-fi Messthetics-style hustle bustle.

Photo: Clare James ClareTU has plenty of vomexperience on which to draw, as bassface Clare recalls, “I woke up in the middle of night and projectiled all over my bedroom. That included my ex-boyfriend’s face, dick, slippers, and all the clothes on my rail. When I finally made it to the loo there wasn’t even any vom left in me.”

We can but hope that this is not the case for Throwing Up and that they do indeed have plenty left to spew forth. No release plans as yet — first show “soon!”

I’m feeling a little lightheaded with all these sick metaphors, time bow out here and just say LISTEN (and here’s their Tumblr.)

Throwing Up – “Mother Knows Best” MP3 - MAximum ROCKNROLL

Like Veruca Salt playing a squat party in Peckham with no functioning amenities and a rampant infestation of scabies, London's latest DIY shit-storm have a grotty sense of glam that's already permeating the capital's dive circuit and is, as rumour has it, connecting with some lofty labels. Check Throwing Up's Myspace to hear the tunes. - NME

Like Veruca Salt playing a squat party in Peckham with no functioning amenities and a rampant infestation of scabies, London's latest DIY shit-storm have a grotty sense of glam that's already permeating the capital's dive circuit and is, as rumour has it, connecting with some lofty labels. Check Throwing Up's Myspace to hear the tunes. - NME

Throwing Up are a new band from London who are different from most new bands in London in that they might not be total dog piss and they don’t sit around being moody and taking themselves seriously. Ben Rayner’s last band, F.O.G. (Fuck Off God), lasted for precisely two gigs, one of which was in a garden attended by 30 people. We missed out on that one, so we thought we would jump on Throwing Up in case it’s a similarly brief yet magical musical blessing.

Vice: So who’s in Throwing Up aside from you two?
Camille Benett (guitar/vocals): Clare James Clare. She’s got a weird name and plays bass.
Ben Rayner (drums): Camille used to be in a band called Headless.

What happened to them?
There were too many periods in one band, it’s not a good combo.
Camille: Shut up, douchebag!

How did this new thing get together?
Ben: I was hammered and said I could play drums, but I hadn’t actually played for ten years.
Camille: I decided I wanted a band called Throwing Up, like, two years ago, then last year Ben said he’d be our drummer and we made the band actually exist. But he was kind of bad at first and now he’s great and doesn’t ever wear a shirt, like the Hulk.

Where do you practise?
We have our own rehearsal space in Dalston. It’s this weird little secret room in a warehouse and it’s got glow-in-the-dark graffiti that says “Throwing Up are better than Pens”.

What do Throwing Up sound like?
Ben: Somebody said Britpoppy to me, but I don’t think it does. I think it’s more grungy.
Camille: Yeah, I don’t think we sound like Elastica but we were told we did.

Headless were a grunge band, right, Camille?
Yeah, I guess. I think we were trying to be metal, we were trying to be Black Sabbath.

Who are you trying to be now?
Maybe the Distillers.
Ben: Meets Katy Perry.

Are you going to tour?
Camille: Yeah, we’re going to NYC and SXSW. Ben practically lives in New York now.

SXSW, the place where you talk to people and they’re constantly looking over your shoulder.
What? Nooo, mate.

In between BBMing somebody and asking you to get them into a party. That’s what happens to me.
If I remember rightly, it’s where you get wasted and wear shorts and get sunstroke and eat loads of shrimp straight off the table. My friend Nell ate her contact lens last time we did that.

Throwing Up have a single out on What’s Your Rupture? soon. - VICE

Throwing Up are a new band from London who are different from most new bands in London in that they might not be total dog piss and they don’t sit around being moody and taking themselves seriously. Ben Rayner’s last band, F.O.G. (Fuck Off God), lasted for precisely two gigs, one of which was in a garden attended by 30 people. We missed out on that one, so we thought we would jump on Throwing Up in case it’s a similarly brief yet magical musical blessing.

Vice: So who’s in Throwing Up aside from you two?
Camille Benett (guitar/vocals): Clare James Clare. She’s got a weird name and plays bass.
Ben Rayner (drums): Camille used to be in a band called Headless.

What happened to them?
There were too many periods in one band, it’s not a good combo.
Camille: Shut up, douchebag!

How did this new thing get together?
Ben: I was hammered and said I could play drums, but I hadn’t actually played for ten years.
Camille: I decided I wanted a band called Throwing Up, like, two years ago, then last year Ben said he’d be our drummer and we made the band actually exist. But he was kind of bad at first and now he’s great and doesn’t ever wear a shirt, like the Hulk.

Where do you practise?
We have our own rehearsal space in Dalston. It’s this weird little secret room in a warehouse and it’s got glow-in-the-dark graffiti that says “Throwing Up are better than Pens”.

What do Throwing Up sound like?
Ben: Somebody said Britpoppy to me, but I don’t think it does. I think it’s more grungy.
Camille: Yeah, I don’t think we sound like Elastica but we were told we did.

Headless were a grunge band, right, Camille?
Yeah, I guess. I think we were trying to be metal, we were trying to be Black Sabbath.

Who are you trying to be now?
Maybe the Distillers.
Ben: Meets Katy Perry.

Are you going to tour?
Camille: Yeah, we’re going to NYC and SXSW. Ben practically lives in New York now.

SXSW, the place where you talk to people and they’re constantly looking over your shoulder.
What? Nooo, mate.

In between BBMing somebody and asking you to get them into a party. That’s what happens to me.
If I remember rightly, it’s where you get wasted and wear shorts and get sunstroke and eat loads of shrimp straight off the table. My friend Nell ate her contact lens last time we did that.

Throwing Up have a single out on What’s Your Rupture? soon. - VICE