Oh look, these lads are from Sheffield! Prepare the comparison cannon and let’s fire off some false similarities between this Northern quintet and that group that made it cool to sing in your accent!
Actually, don’t do that.
SHEAFS may be an energetic, guitar-based band with a sound dissimilar to anything else in the current local indie scene, but do them a favour and take them on their own merits, yeah? I mean, their name’s capitalised for one. Why do bands keep doing that these days? If I was to compare this track to one from an established artist, you’d be looking more at The White Stripes’ ‘Fell in Love With a Girl’ rather than anything from this side of the pond.
Even if you’re solely looking at the band member’s names, you’ll see that they’re very different to traditional Sheffield outfits; Lawrence, Chris, Callum, Charles and Charlie is a line-up of unmatched alliteration which I doubt has been seen since Rob and Ruud of No Man’s Valley. Yes, I will keep plugging that band until I’m incapable of getting my articles published.

To attempt to convey their sound through the medium of the written (or typed) word, I’d best describe the tune like this: With diluted infusions of punk coursing through it, ‘Mind Pollution’ is a brief, frenzied and wonderfully satisfying exposition on deviating from the norm. Vanity and the wrongs of popular culture are prominent targets, all devastated through the emphatic, almost oxymoronic pre-chorus, “I’m too young for this modern age”.
Reinforced by wavering guitar tones, distinctly malleable drum patterns, and a broadly capable vocal performance (have a gander at ‘Nobody’s Watching’ and you’ll know what I mean), this second single asserts the band’s quality and skill through the haze of a youth-powered, spirited banger. Not bad for a band who’ve been going for less than two years.
This single is refreshingly void of any resemblances to Reverend and the Makers, Milburn or Arctic Monkeys, and that’s hardly a bad thing: Many, many acts have fallen into the trap of attempting to replicate the best of noughties indie to little avail, and I sincerely hope that SHEAFS have the best of luck in pioneering their own sound, free from the expectations placed upon them solely through their placement within the steel city.

You can next catch these lads at the absolutely stacked program of Tramlines, the Crystal Stage for Aggressive Management to be exact. Then obviously, there’s Facebook, Twitter and Instagram for you kids who like taking pictures with filters.




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