In a year of turmoil, South London’s unruly virtuoso, Jamie Treays, embraced the chaos, igniting a beacon of punk-fuelled hope, in his greatest trick to date.
Rising from the ashes of his five year hiatus in 2014, with the shadowy masterstroke of Carry on the Grudge, it was evident this newly matured Jamie T had not burned out, but rather fanned his flames.
As ‘Tinfoil Boy’ dropped this June, it was clear the gruff, sluggish teen from the Noughties, was never to make a return and we had to accept that. A hard pill to swallow I know, but a necessary one. At 30 years of age, Jamie T can no longer be swigging Stellas in the skate-park and having twos’ on cigarettes, without the Wimbledon council getting involved in some way. Instead we saw him evolve once more, thrashing out more aggressive tracks, coming back in the game, not with a fizzle but with a bang.
Trick saw Jamie Treays venture into more profound lyrical topics, and as usual, focusing on urban character studies from the young heroin addict in ‘Tinfoil Boy’, to the ‘bank-robbing’ family man in ‘Robin Hood’. Now at the age where he is starting to view his youth in retrospect, his songs are becoming increasingly biographical, as he contemplates on ‘Joan of Arc’, “Funny how you never give a fuck when you’re 20”.
In many ways Jamie T has not changed, he still holds a dark enigmatic aura, while still emitting this hassle-free, street-smart British charm, only a few, such as the likes of Mike Skinner and Alex Turner have mastered.
With 2016 confirming Jamie T has shed his ragged juvenile skin, a gap in the market has opened up for a new ratty youth to try and step up to the game, know anyone trying to sign on?
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