Opposites might attract, but that doesnt mean its going to be a clean fusion. Take Brightons Cat The Dog; a band borne out of natural aggression. Even their name comes inspired by violence, the logic going that if a cat and a dog were to exist in the same body, the beast would be a craven, violent thing, thrown together from opposite worlds: the feline hunter and the passive canine together, making a monster so delectable that it shouldnt really exist.
Cat The Dog the band that is shouldnt really make sense themselves. Pungent desert rock in the same body as spring-loaded new wave; urban paranoia underpinning occult psychedelics; these four young riders on the storm make new magic from old spells; and even they seem to be scared of what they seem to be about to achieve. With ingredients stretching from Television and New York Dolls to Kings of Leon and Queens of the Stone Age to Beach Boys and Beatles to The Pretty Things and The Stones to Cheap Trick and The Cars; together they light a sonic touchpaper and everyone else stands well back. The chain that led to Cat The Dog stretches throughout rocknroll time and space, and, in the physical realm, from Vancouver to Brighton. We just beat the songs to death really, says Chris Mellion, and it rubs off on us.
