586 are a tragi-comic, garish shebang of a gang. Deborah Coughlin and Steve Horry write songs about money, paranoia, monkeys, guilt and small town warfare to indie-pop tunes with a bible of disco dilemmas and punk politics. Compared to The B-52s, Tom Tom Club, The Long Blondes, Art Brut, The Moldy Peaches and Arcade Fire, a performance from all five members is, at the very least, the most interesting of any new band around. Glitter explosions, impromptu stand-up, dance-offs, gifts and genuine enjoyment from the band are addictive additives to some of the strongest, idiosyncratic songwriting for years.
Steve and Deborah met outside Camden Palace (now Koko) and took an immediate dislike to each other: he, an ex-corporate ho' who had recently swapped soul destroying for selling himself as a DJ around various London indie venues; and she, an ex-Sunday-school-teacher/convent girl turned performance artist, whod recently crashed a borrowed Golf into her audience while playing them Gary Numans Cars. She stole his keyboard and in Steves desperate attempts to get it back, they formed 586.
Simon was found living by the side of a railway track in Sarf London after his Lithuanian-girlfriend had tried to kill him. All he had with him were his weights, decks, a massive record collection, a guitar, a cello and his hammer.
Grant was found covered in lipstick and doing Bruce Lee moves on townies in a seaside town. He went to Australia, did some drumming in India and married an internationally renowned alternative pin-up star. They now live in a warehouse with Simon and Deborah in the East End where 586 built their very own studio.
Samantha is unable to say the word Cunt and after playing the flute for many, many years, was given two bass guitars out of the blue. Found by Deborah and Steve in a Hoxton boozer, she was bullied into joining 586 and learnt to play in just two weeks for their first gig.
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"Arcade Fire meets Art Brut" says Conor McEditor NME
"Bis meets the B52's" says Andy 'Come-out-2nite' Quirk
"Rather better and how! are the utterly magnificent 586, a full-blown boy-girl revolution dressed a trifle too glamorously, bursting with enough chemistry to make The Kills look like Alfie and Little Mo and kicking most electro-chomping indie several miles up its own hairslide. Clearly and catchingly, they're having the best time there ever was, and rightly so, for their songs are roaringly joyful, impressively instant affairs that come tinged with handclaps, are just none too heavy on the bongos, suggest the Belle Stars, bis AND the B52s, and even manage to sneak in a probably-commercially-suicidal-if-mildly-playful dig at those ubiquitous Queens Of Noize in the ace B-side-to-be 'He's Got My Measure'. Corking!" --
"As, again, do 586 when we stumble into them for the first time in a little while at one of Club Fandango's increasingly-capital-devouring shindigs. The argument that if you don't like 586 you don't like anything remains a water-tight one; even though the sound doesn't quite let all their lyrics through as much as we'd like, they're still a triumphant blend of endearing cheapness, genuinely humorous quirks and a randomness that's both admirable and captivating, catapulting them from squeaky punkathons to good lord! - Balkan folk strangely seamlessly. Plus, the fact that the incisive, glittering 'He's Got My Measure' is about to be spunked away on a B-side would suggest they've got loads more ready to reveal yet. Although at least their debut proper, the boldly post-Teen-C 'We Got Bored' is far from without its charms, if a tad disingenuous. After all, to paraphrase that Zelda Fitzgerald quote the Pet Shop Boys once drew inspiration from, they never got bored, because they never got boring..." --
PLAYLOUDER
Don't you just hate those big lists of friend requests you get on MySpace from bands you've never heard of? Pages and pages of charmless singer-songwriters peddling their pedestrian woes as universal and elegant (DENY), comment space spamming sixth form bands that batter their guitars as if grunge never ended (ban first THEN deny), and laptop guys with beards from mainland Europe making the kind of post Trip Hop "chillout" crap that Richard D James might make if you confiscated his vast imagination (deny and then consider deleting MySpace account forever but chicken out at the last minute).
But the good thing about the labyrinthine corridors of MySpace is that occasionally, something brilliant will leap out of the ether and smack you right in the face. So it was with 586... 'We Got Bored' is the kind of dayglo hyperpop that bounces onto you like an overexcited cartoon labrador, licking your face with big sticky synths, knocking you over with bounding hooks and scrabbling away with its faux-moody sweet 'n' sour attitude. It's the very best kind of hit and run pop song, concise but kind of spazzed out too, full of fluorescent edges and tinfoil gilded charm, reflected ninth-hand grrrrrr attitude punchlining you round the face with glitterpink boxing gloves... and afterwards you're left breathless and bruised, but wanting to go again. This is the kind of song the repeat button was invented for. Or, because it's on vinyl (yay!), that clicky plastic arm thing that makes it play again and again. So get yourself down to Rough Trade and pick one up before they're all gone - this could quite easily be a future cult classic.
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The "We Got Bored" and Money Is The Drug 7" singles sold out ages ago, but you can still download both singles and their b-sides via the iTunes Music Store!
REVIEWS:
"586 are effortlessly one of the best underground bands in London right now, they're rightfully destined for some credible form of super stardom. New single 'Rags and Tags' does nothing more than firmly cement this belief in my cerebrum. Imagine The Specials dancing the polka with Cardiacs at a Broadway style musical played in a 1979 East Village New York theatre, and you're not far off imagining what fantastic delights this track will bring to your ears. Watch them closely."
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"Remember that time I raved about 586? The time has come again. They have a new single out on the 8th of October called ‘Rags and Tags’, and it is simply fantastic. It’s got everything you need to make a perfectly odd piece of brilliance: Oom-pah eastern European beats, a pure pop chorus, musical theater like call and response moments of glee and of course 586’s discoey punky signature sound to keep it very ‘them’. The B-side is the same song, but basically written after smoking crack. And it has a microwave ‘ding’ in it. Nothing more than a warped version of genius."
http://sleepingwiththenme.wordpress.com/
The chances are, you've seen, or have been forced to go see a performance of popular kid-gangster musical Bugsy Malone. Which isn't a bad thing in itself; it has some catchy songs, and there are worse things than watching bad actors wield invisible Tommy guns and shadowbox each other. But if you ever sat there and wondered what the Brooklyn tykes would sound like if they formed an indie band, you'd probably be forgiven for thinking of something not entirely different to London oddballs 586.
Most of this is down to the tongue-in-cheek, call and response deliveries of Deborah Coughlin and Steve Horry. Opening with an intro choc-full of hammond eggs tremolo, the track spirals into a three minute-twenty slab of Specials-esque ska and power pop. It's one part bonkers, two parts intriguing. Whilst the first half of the track is a heated exchange of taunts and insults, "You think you're cool/we went to the same school/and I threw things at you!" the latter minutes showcase a sober, honest side to Coughlin- "cause secretly/I loved you/and I always hope you'd love me too!" Whilst Coughlin and Horry's bickering does add a comical element which has resulted in (somewhat misguided) comparisons to Art Brut, the music stands tall on its own, with a darkly infectious chorus that packs its bags in your brain and refuses to leave.
The second track 'Out of Control' is a thematic continuation of it's predecessor; more wiry, more urgent, and unintentionally more humorous. Coughlin muses, "And we'll live by the sea just you and me/and our cups will have their shelves/and we'll have our mental health!/I won't drink too much, and we'll eat healthy food", before Horry stutters, "But, but, but.. you're out of control!". He also gets the last word in on the single, and with a very matter-of-fact delivery states, "But you won't tone it down/ you'll always be a drunk/ and you'll never settle down/ and you'll always make me frown!" If it wasn't for the fact that it would alter 'Rags & Tags' perfect 'pop-single' length of 3:20, it could've been added perfectly onto the end of the first track. Perhaps we'll get to see both tracks perfectly spliced at one of their live shows, but until then, 'Rags & Tags' and 'Out of Control' make up two separate halves of a melodramatic, comically satisfying comeback single.
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‘Money Is The Drug’ is an uptempo, crazy, frenetic, claustrophobic piece of boy/girl mix up vocal and stomp which attempts to gain entry to the Guinness Book of Records. The category? Er, the as yet uncontested ‘Most words sung about money being the drug, in 2 minutes 20 seconds’ record. And congratulations to 586, for at this rate I can’t see them not succeeding.
This is an original, stupid, brilliant piece of fun – yes, F-U-N – that just takes your breath away, mainly due to the fact that it’s all just a bit too fast, and the attempt to try and breathlessly shoehorn so many syllables into an already crowded piece of 80sesque funk. A predictable list of ‘vaguely similar sounding acts’ may slightly help your understanding, so that’s the only reason to mention the B-52’s, The Rezillos, The Fiery Furnaces, Freezepop and The Long Blondes, but this bunch have a sound of their own.
The flip side, ‘ Saying My Name’ is a slower journey into Skasville, documenting one man’s paranoia along the way, and is probably more of a ‘grower’, and, although jolly good, is no match for the A-side.
586 stand aside from so many of the ‘doing it by numbers’, earnest indie dullards around at present, primarily through knowing the value of entertainment. ‘ Money Is The Drug’ is my record of the year thus far.
Sounds XP
Like a cross between an end-of-term performance in a nursery school and the end of the world as we know it, 586 mix guitars, synths, cow bells, heavy breathing and comedy horn effects into… well, quite frankly, anarchy. High-speed low-fidelity attention-deficient flailing anarchy.
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Over this chaos, two vocal parts weave in and out of and holler over each other, a boy-girl counter-attack who take it in turns to gabble out the too-fast-to-take-in main vocals. Meanwhile, the other side anchors things down by repeating “Money is the Drug” or “HSBC trying to get me” over and over again… And it rinses and repeats until what ranks among the best call-and-response moments ever: “So where do you spend it?” “I spend it on gin”.
Quite what any of this has to do with anything, or indeed with itself, is hard to tell – but it's also somewhat beside the point. What matters, you see, is that 586’s hyperactive aural mish-mash contains a whole week’s RDA of gleeful irreverence and joyous hip-shaking in the space of a 2.26-minute single. Which seems to me to represent something of a bargain, really.
Drowned in Sound
London Trash pop kids 586 sound like a night drinking alcopops in the park, bottled into under-three-minute portions of headstrong, hyperactive agit punk. They're '70s glam-punks The Rezillos running from the rozzers, they're Art Brut spilling the Long Blondes cider. So good, we'd even hold their hair back when they're inevitably being sick next to the swings. --
NME
"LCD Soundsystem having a drunken go at The Fiery Furnaces"
20 Jazz Funk Greats
586 are so neurotically pop-punk-tastical that youd be a fool not to catch them live and grab a copy of We Got Bored.
The Stool Pigeon
...the ramshackle twists of melody and rhythm...put 586 firmly into the running to become this years new indie heroes.
The Fly
Long blondes and les incompetents having it off in a pub car park
Rob Da Bank, Radio 1
Also on the bill are 586, a twisted postmodern explosion of art school styles past and present. Like Kate Bush getting down with Menswear while Keith Richards plays guitar, their set jumps from serrated post-punk to fey, keyboard driven indie-pop via plenty of bongo-banging cowbell madness. Impossibly cool and utterly eccentric, various fuck-ups aside, they deliver a blistering set of future classics that will soon be gracing the MP3 players of every little indie scenester.
Fact Magazine
...586 closed the night with their noisy electro pogo pop. Singers Deborah and Steve were like two excitable young lollipop licking, keyboard bashing kids as they and the rest of the band stomped through their intense, neurotic bubblegum pop songs. 'Rags and Tags' was a convulsing, frantic girl-boy mess more fun than dressing up as a fox and doing that Egyptian Nile dance, while 'Saying My Name' was a juddering, gleefully mock-macabre ghost tale. Audience participation was heartily endorsed, with the odd clap along section and even some indoor glitter bomb fireworks - bet the Forum weren't too happy about cleaning that up at the end of the night.
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True 586 story: I put on 586 recently during a date night(you know,"go" time?)....and she ended up 'Saying My Name" again and again!To the point that the neighbors banged on my wall!!
Just letting you know I'm playing you on my show/s this week. First on www.qtfm.co.uk at 2pm-4pm today (sunday) and then again on www.womenrockradio.com at 3am and 8pm Monday! xx
Hey 586! what a creative name for a band.Love your songs especially Rags & Tags.its a nice one great job guys! keep it up! and do drop by Singapore sometime.. (=
You guys were amazing last night, probably one of your best gig I've seen! You really need to record "He's Got My Measure", that's a banging tune, I love watching it live! See you next week at The Borderline my darlings! Elena xxxxxxx
THIS IS TARO ITO FROM TOKYO JAPAN THANK YOU ADD ME YOUR FRIEND I LIKE YOUR SOUND AND FASSION! A HAPPY NEW YEAR YOROSIKU ONEGAI SIMASU! YOU TATOO IN JAPAN!!!!
I'd like to wish my English friends(basically 586,Clive and Mysh...lol)a very happy Boxing Day!! Ha,I asked my boss for that day off and he said....no.
