Today is the turn of the letter ‘K’ in my A-Z retrospective of albums from the noughties. And that’s OK. Well part of OK anyway.
And, like so many debut albums of the noughties, it’s another eponymous one.
K is for Kasabian
When Kasabian released their debut album in 2004, they were often touted as heirs apparent to fill the void left by Oasis. The fact that the Gallaghers et al. would not formally implode for another five years, was besides the point as it was universally acknowledged that they hadn’t been all that interesting for a while.
Certainly Kasabian’s high energy guitar-based music was exactly exactly the kind of thing that you would regularly hear being chanted at football grounds up and down the country, but over the years they have been keen to eschew the label of indie rockers’ and perhaps fairly, given that there is a distinctly electronic sound to their output.
Nonetheless they were certainly a band designed to appeal to stadiums filled with the lager-swilling masses, and I would certainly have counted myself among that number in 2004. The fact that I now prefer a quiet night in and I’m a tad more discerning in my choice of poison does not mean I can’t still enjoy a track by Kasabian though.
Arguably they would go on to produce better albums than their first, but this remains one of their most iconic records and the anthemic Club Foot is still one of their most recognisable tracks.