With punk strumming, and a dancing drum machine, Gemma Rogers’ The Great Escape, ponders the possibility of fucking it all off and Ferris Bueller-like generating some memories that “We can live forever in.”
Gemma Rogers’ debut No Place Like Home is packed with pithy vignettes about being young in modern-day London. A partial heir to early Lily Allen, she shares her dry, observational humour and post-punk ska influence. The parallels with Allen’s Alright, Still embrace the messiness of drinking with friends, as she cheerfully confesses in a semi-spoken delivery, ‘My idea of fun, is a whole bottle of rum’.
Individuality and the eccentric go hand in hand, and where some will turn their nose up at such actions of originality, the truth is the strange, the unpredictable, and the idiosyncratic will always find favourable smiles because they are true to human nature, they have refused to give in to the ordinary and average conceits, and they prove that there is No Place Like Home for spreading their own gospel on life, and that taking to the streets is a fate they are willing to expand upon.
