Dirty Pretty Things – Waterloo To Anywhere
After the “grand rebirth” of the infamous Mr Doherty in the form of the washing machine of drug-induced noise that we know to be Babyshambles, it was only a matter of time until his once brother in arms Carl Barat made an equally NME-glorified, straw hat adorned return with Dirty Pretty Things. Those of you who haven’t heard Bang Bang You’re Dead have probably been on holiday in Uzbekistan for the past month whilst the rest of the Great British scenesters have been erratically jerking from side to side, still in mourning from the split of the Libertines but marvelling at the double trouble that it’s caused, a bit like a child of divorce when they realise they get two birthdays for the price of one.
There’s nothing on this album that stands out to the degree of the aforementioned track, apart from maybe Small Town Playboys. It seems to be an album of regret and new starts however, with lines like “collecting junk like we don’t need” makes a not-so-subtle allusion to the habits of his former band mate. Waterloo is the album The Libertines would have made had Pete not been smacked off his tits getting driving bans. Still, it’s better than anything Babyshambles are going to throw out of their crack-pipes.
By Hannah D’Arcy
