 Kerrang! Single Of The Week
Mexican Pets
Supermarket
(Blunt)
KKKK
No brainless remixes, no 'live'
throw-aways and definitely no radio f**king edits, just three multi-hued,
gorgeously textured slabs of inventive '90s rock. This young Dublin quartet on Therapy?
man Andy Cairns' label hint at the sonic explorations of Dinosaur
Jr., Sonic
Youth and My
Bloody Valentine, and in turn soaring, roaring slabs of poised noise, this
week's only proof that the there are no limits to the possibilities of the old
six string.

RTÉ
Guide - "Humbucker" review
The Mexican Pets
Humbucker
blunt
The first album proper from Dublin's
Mexican Pets rises above the normal suggestible runts of indie rock by dint of
Pat Clafferty's wracked and emotive vocals and the sparks of ingenuity that
flicker under the bands no nonsense approach to guitar turbulence.
Clafferty's lyrics remain opaque,
sometimes beseeching, sometimes angry but never dull - Machu Picchu is
a highly melodic slowie, with his vocals at their tense best, and No
Distance sounds metronomic but swivels with the clipped simplicity of prime
power pop. An exciting barrage altogether.
* * *

Record reviews
- Hot Press gave the Humbucker album: 10/12
- Kerrang! gave "The Voice Of...": 3/5 on August 3 1996.

Gig Reviews
After a swift
venue change (The Mean Fiddler has gone into receivership) it was up to the Red
Box aka upstairs in the Pod. I hadn't been before but its much bigger
(surprisingly) that the Mean Fiddler and probably has more in common with the
Tivoli.
Mexican Pets
were the support act and illustrated once again why there hasn't been a
successful Dublin band since U2. Doesn't anybody in Dublin know how to mix
sound? All trashy guitars and incomprehensible vocals never mind tuneless!).
All successful bands have learned the secret of making each instrument
distinctive and audible.
They could learn
a few lessons from Pavement. Bounding on stage to rapturous applause, they
settled in straight away. No sign of nerves here. This band write great songs
and each person in the band has a unique contribution. They have plenty of
adoring indie fans in Dublin. Its easy to see however why they're as big as they
are and not as big as some of their contemporaries.
They have
indie-credibility in abundance. The practiced moodiness of the lead singer. Shoe
gazing by all but the 'screaming utility man and part-time keyboard player'.
Ultimately their
downfall lies in an inability to understand why they are on a stage. This band
want to make great music. This band are musicians. This band are song writers.
This band are not here to entertain. A gig is an extended band rehearsal where
the band have fun amongst themselves and if people want to pay to watch... Hey
that's okay.
The lead singer
had his mic turned towards the side all night. How do you communicate with
somebody if you don't look them in the eye. When the other guitarist got his
chance to sing he noticed the fabulous indie-runners on his shoes and couldn't
take his eyes off them.
They also have an
annoying habit of playing to themselves between songs. You can get the feeling
that you're intruding on their space and they're only obliging you by playing
songs. (The Ed disagrees here, Steve Malkus did ask the crowd for requests and
played "Unfair" despite objections from Spiral Stairs)
Still they did
say `Fuck French Rugby' at one point so their heart is in the right place. They
mean what they say but they ain't no Bowie.
Tony Corrigan 
- Mexican Pets -
Venue: Whelan's
Date: December 2nd 1996
I had just glanced at Sic, the support band tonight, when
the played a few days ago with Revelino
and the Ultra Montanes. Too loud and heavy this even-handed
correspondent thought before repairing to the bar with alacrity. More like a too
hastily reached conclusion. Sic are purveyors of fast, melodic hardcore. I won't
use the word p**k since that label carries so much baggage in these holier than
thou times in the independent music sector. They remind me of Minor
Threat/Fugazi - the tightness of their playing, the singer/guitarist straining
for that extra level of urgency a la Ian McKaye. When the bassist chimes in on
some harmonies it could be Bob Mould and Grant Hart venting their frustration at
unfulfilled hopes. I had forgotten how visceral this music is, it bypasses the
ears and hits you straight in the chest.
The Mexican Pets kick off with Stigmata Errata and Subside.
Best to gets the 'hits' out of the way early. I often think that Pat Clafferty
is a much underrated lyricist. There's a semi-surreal ness about his songs yet
they remain very personal, an obtuseness that succeeds where more literal
approaches fail. "You must not be listening/There's still toilet
slogans/But I can't here the accent/As there's no difference/And what kind of
soap then/Cleans a guilty conscience". This is far superior to (say) Zombie
or Belfast Child. Musically the 'Pets have only mode.
Fortunately that involves taking you to the stratosphere and keeping you there,
those guitars sound like we're cruising above the clouds at 20,000 feet with the
sun shining down on us. (Difficult image to conjure up on a cold, wet, typically
Dublin Monday evening.) There's something about Clafferty's voice, a
freshness/honesty/poignancy that can't but transport you, that snatches at your
heart. We get a mixture of old songs and new
material from their forthcoming album, Humbucker (due out in early Spring),
interspersed with banter and jokes from the band. Pat Clafferty is the natural
heir to A House's Dave Couse in the stand-up musician stakes. The new stuff
blends easily with the familiar which depending on your point of view isn't much
progress or, if you're happy with the 'Pets oeuvre, is quite fine indeed. During
the last song there's a great moment which sums up the Mexican Pets. The singer
is on his haunches, a loosened guitar strap having lowered him. Brian Gough -
the other guitarist stands with his feet apart. He's staring thru the glass roof
of Whelan's and making beautiful 6 string noises (stargazing as opposed to shoegazing), he could be just bored with the whole evening.
Or he could be talking with the gods?
Life's ambiguous.
Eamonn Maher [emaher@baltimore.ie] 
Set list for The Mean Fiddler gig on April 25 1997
-
Stigmata Errata
-
Sunnyday
-
A Hill Of Beans
- Machu Picchu
-
No Distance
-
Supermarket
-
If Only Never
-
Subside
-
Where's My Pony?
- ---
-
Used Gettin' Used
-
How To Have More Fun
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I was at this gig in The Mean Fiddler on Wexford St. in Dublin and before the
band went on stage I met lead singer Pat Clafferty and he signed my ticket
for me. There were approximately 400 people at the gig and I really enjoyed
it.
The band's sound had improved from the last time I heard in December 1995. They are very tight when they play live and their performance sounds similar to their releases because they use no overdubs in the recording
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