Hello! We’re The Sweet Nothings. You may remember us from such radio shows as Steve Lamacq last Tuesday! At the time of writing there are 23 hours left to listen, if you haven’t heard it. It’s from about 2:51:40. Cheers.
This post, as you may already have gleaned, is basically going to be saying “wahey, look at us!” half a dozen times. Well, it’s not often that our own trumpet sounds quite as good as it does just at the moment. So we’re going to blow it while we can.
The BBC Radio 6Music-based wahey of the Lammo thing, in fact, was the icing on a cake comprising several review-based waheys over the past few weeks. The first came after we supported Allo Darlin’ with This Many Boyfriends at Sheffield’s Queens Social Club back at the start of September.
Reviewing the popshow for Forge Media, Lianne Williams reckoned “the Sweet Nothings kicked off the evening in the best way possible”, playing “sweet and fun tunes that made you want to tap your feet” but with “a fierce, folky edge”.
The same set impressed Coral Williamson, writing for Counterfeit Magazine, who declared: “The lovely boy/girl vocals of opening band the Sweet Nothings are a great way to kick-start tonight’s proceedings.” As it turned out, this gig would be the Nothings swansong of our former keyboard player/singist Vinnie Ransome. So to see her contribution recognised publicly in this way is kind of a sweet thing.
A few weeks later we were back on stage as a three-piece, alongside Hey Sholay and Best Friends – here in Sheffield again but this time at the Harley. The same two publications ran two more fine write-ups. For Forge, George Francis wrote: “Perhaps a little too much of a Billy Bragg tribute act at times, but nevertheless, an enjoyable band with some genuinely unique songs, which caught the attention of many slowly entering the Harley.”
Probably our favourite of all four reviews, though, came from Jonathan Scott at Counterfeit, who insists that our socialist subject-matter “brilliantly… owes more to Bill Bailey than Billy Bragg”. He continued:
Songs include ‘She’s An Accountant’, ‘Subterranean Mosley Blues’ and ‘Love, Peace and International Socialism’, a real clusterfuck of comedy and resentment. Has there been a greater love lyric than ‘Tear down the Daily Mail’? You know when a band ties your tubes and castrates your logic? Well done Sweet Nothings, you’ve pulled.
In any future moments of stress and difficulty, we feel, all that’s needed will be to recall the phrase “a real clusterfuck of comedy and resentment”, and everything will seem right with the world.
Right, that’s enough for now. We’re playing London tomorrow. Time for some last-minute revision on the new song!