The return of the incredible PWEI
My favourite band of all time, Pop Will Eat Itself, split up in 1996. They re-formed last week for a short run of big, big greatest-hits type shows in the South of England. I feel ten years younger just for hearing them play again, even as my body aches from it all.
As Tezzer over at PWEI Nation says; “Five nights, three cities, twelve thousand people. We asked for a celebration and that’s what we got.”
PWEI were always a special band, always ahead of their time. What we fans never realised in the late eighties and earliy nineties was just how far ahead of their time they were. This series of reformation gigs have been the perfect reminder. Breakbeat, drum and bass, big beat, grunge, nu-metal, indie-rock, punk, funk, whatever the fuck you want – it was all there right from the start, before such genres had names. My friend Mark describes it well; “Very few bands are able to simply slough off the entire idea of genres (though many claim to), the Poppies do this all the time and actually seem to be having the most incredible fun doing it.”
Words can’t do justice. Thousands of people who should be old enough to know better spent each night of the tour shoulder to shoulder, pogoing and grinning, sweating like pigs doing the dance of the mad. I’m battered and bruised, and still smiling at every line and every beat that reverberates through my head.
PWEI could very well be the best band in the world right now – watching them for a few nights makes me ask one big question; “What the hell are the rest of the world’s bands playing at?” PWEI threw down the gauntlet ten to fifteen years ago – they gave the world a technicolour climax of new, undiluted, pure adrenalin-kick music… and the world didn’t even fucking notice. Nobody took on their ideas, nobody tried to match them. It’s 2005 and there’s nobody out there who can hold a candle to these teenage grandads, these grebo gurus.
They’re back. Even if it turns out to only have been for five nights, it was important.