Late July, sipping prosecco on the patio, making the most of what little heat our so called “British Summer” has to offer, feel good indie rockers, The Manatees leave me craving a last-minute pop at a party, somewhere in a field in Hampshire.
Young Hearts - their latest EP - is sand in your shoes on a Friday night, laying back with your head resting in your jacket, salt and barbecue smoke on your tongue as you laugh along with your friends at a joke you won’t remember in the morning.
Its a last-ditch attempt at careless adolescence; coming of age songs for those of us who aren’t quite sure we’re ready for our twenties. Saturday night wasted kicking a ball about, your only concern; who’s on the winning team.
Whilst their peers are all wound up on current affairs, preoccupied with Labour and Tories and a referendum result, with a nickname which sounds like a Lidl alternative to Weetabix, The Manatees are the light relief we’ve all been secretly hoping would show up.
They say “write about what you know” but these four lads from Lymington have a way of reading your mind. The simplicity of lines such as “will we ever have a conversation again?” and “I swear we grow up far too fast” resonate with you in a way you don’t expect, on the verge of leaving you pensive before picking you up off the floor, tongue in cheek - “Am I late again? Did I miss the train again?”
With bouncy guitar riffs that take me back to 2006 and sanguine spirit lyrics The Manatees Manifest the southern indie scene, releasing another song for the summer, reminding us all to unwind every once in a while, grow up slowly and take in the scenery.
Like the waves rolling under Bournemouth pier The Manatees are lackadaisical, washing away all our trivial preoccupations, refreshing us with a fizz that only youth and a can of Strongbow Dark Fruits can harness.