I love Pete Doherty. On the list of my favorite rock authors, he ranks high, alongside Paul McCartney, Jimi Hendrix, and Billie Joe Armstrong. I love his way of writing songs, how he injected new life into Britrock, channeling it through Dylan, Lennon, and the Clash, shuffling the cards without saying much or anything new.
I love Pete Doherty when he was about to come to blows with Carl Barat; when he left the Libertines to form the Babyshambles. I love "Fuck Forever!", the anti-anti anthem that I immediately called my own.
I love Pete Doherty. And that’s why I listen to "Up The Bracket" at least once a day, with my liver burning, wondering why this exceptional band didn’t manage to make a significant impact abroad, considering they were good, technical, clean, rock'n'roll and had the best English songs of the past decade. Songs like "Time For Heroes", which sound like the Beatles played by the Clash; "Boys In The Band", which alternates a rocking riff with the typical Fab Four march; the title track, a garage punk bubble to burst your ears, or the opener "Vertigo", complete with an ethno-influenced instrumental interlude, heavily influenced by that Bob Dylan mentioned above, like the two subsequent tracks.
Fast, melodic, beautiful songs (and sometimes even more) like those of the Gallagher brothers in the days of "Supersonic", with a choppy, narcoleptic sound, owed to Doherty's purple dust genius. A man who is on the road to destruction. But whom I continue to love anyway.
Peace.
They can play. Listen to Vertigo, Death On The Stairs, and Horror Show, a stunning initial trio, and you'll get an idea of what rock ’n’ roll is and what The Libertines are.
All the tracks go like the wind... THEY ROCK, so make way guys, the Boys in the Band are coming!
Pete Doherty is throwing away a great gift.
Up The Bracket is a small masterpiece that has ignited many young people across the Channel and consecrated a young, masochistic, metropolitan poet.
Forget for a moment the unfortunate vicissitudes of the band members, try not to immediately think of Kate Moss doing a line or Pete Doherty drowning in a tub full of drugs, try to listen to this album as it should be, meaning as a work of art which it definitely is.
Try Up The Bracket without prejudice, because like the best drugs it should be taken without preconceptions and without fears.
The album seems recorded in a rehearsal room and immediately offers a listening immediacy and communicative effectiveness in perfect rock'n'roll style.
A debut album that establishes them as the new English 'next big thing.'