Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. - The Chronicles Of…

It’s not that long ago that Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. was just a very, very silly name for a band. One man, an acoustic guitar and a laptop can do a damn sight more than you’d originally think, however; 20-year old Sam Duckworth has come a long way remarkably quickly.

From a ‘have guitar, will play’ gig schedule, to a life changing Reading set this summer, it’s pretty obvious Get Cape is on the verge of something big. A mix of contemporary music, social commentary and mainstream friendly melody, ‘The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager’ is the kind of album that could win over broadsheet and tabloid reader alike. Imagine if Hard-Fi wrote songs with meaning, good ones, that you’d actually want to listen to, and you’d be close. Not that anything here sounds remotely like Staines’ ‘finest’; it’s simply an everyman spirit, but with added good intentions.

When you’ve got tracks like ‘I Spy’ there’s no need to be bolshy about it, after all; a call and answer pseudo chorus and inspired breakdown make one of the pop sleepers of the year so far. One the other hand, ‘War Of The Worlds’ may start off sounding like Gardener’s World, but by the time things kick in good and proper it’s anything but pedestrian. A lesson in how to be emphatic without flooding the senses with feedback, it’s close to inspired.

If it’s lyrical meaning you’re after, there’s plenty to be had. ‘Whitewash Is Brainwash’ hardly needs explaination, but the potential to touch the masses with music so powerful is huge. Add to that the utter brilliance of ‘Call Me Ishmael’ and the too-damn-catchy final moments of ‘Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager (Part One)’, and we could be talking about a folk-pop explosion.

‘The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager’ lives up to its name really rather well. A forward thinking, dare we even say eclectic (yes, we know - Ed) collection of unconventional near anthems, Get Cape could well be Billy Bragg for a new generation. Desperate to put right the wrongs, it just might.