The Just Played Verdict: Tom Williams & The Boat ‘Too Slow’

Everyone has a couple of bands they’ve been following forever. We’ve all experienced that peculiar feeling of seeing them go from being your little secret to the recipients of public adulation. If they’re a band who sprung into life within the last five years or so, you’ve likely bought their small-scale, limited releases across the internet and told as many people as possible about how great they are and why they should listen to them too. The Futuremusic pieces are a fairly good guide as to which bands have given me those experiences and chief amongst them are Tom Williams & The Boat.

Tom Williams Too Slow

One of the reasons why I love this band and their debut album, is that they don’t really sound like anyone else currently plying their guitar-wielding trade right now. For a start, their ‘the’ is the fourth word in their name rather than the first and secondly they’re somewhere between alt-rock and nu-folk in an exciting new genre which I tend to refer to as “fucking brilliant.” When Maconie tries to say he invented this on some talking heads show in ten years time, you tell ‘em it was me. The music is urgent and raw, powerful and at times endearingly naive. It doesn’t sound perfectly polished because it isn’t. It’s the sound of a bloke with a really rather superb taste in music finding his way, carving out a sound from what interests him and working with a band who make it all so very effective. Williams’ curiously angular vocal delivery is one of the band’s finest assets. On the occasions when he does unleash its full force, things get properly exciting.

Opening track ‘24’ comes on as a gentle acoustic number with the lyric “I can’t imagine a woman being true” hinting at all kinds of open air heartbreak only for the band to come clattering in to set the pace, rhythmic guitar and violin beautifully twinned. Before you have a chance to take in what’s just hit you, two of the band’s early singles follow in quick succession. ‘Concentrate’, which has a scuzzy throb undercut brilliantly by an ominous and wailing violin figure, features the magnificent lyric, “they don’t know my dad, he’s this town through and through. Old school, fifty-something balding racist, and so his mates are too.” Williams’ lyrics are not just there to tick a box, he’s got something to actually say. His impassioned commentary on life in 21st Century Britain is often breathtakingly incisive and his knack for imagery is well worth flagging up. ‘Half Mast’, from early EP ‘Got Fuel’, featured the line “I don’t have a hoodie set at half mast, sitting on my fringe like  balaclava on my chin,” which may vaguely blur the correct etiquette for wearing the terrorist’s favourite garment but still manages to conjure a very precise image. Stick a few more years’ worth of lyrics writing on top of that and you’ll find an album for which the liner notes will be essential.

Third track ‘90mph’ is a grandiose wall of sound affair, all pounding drums and jangling guitars. The addition of some soulful saxophone lends it the air of a classic. Just one you haven’t heard played everywhere. It’s one of the tracks you’ll be putting on compilations for people when you’re telling them about this amazing new band you’ve found, trust me. Not that there aren’t other candidates for that slot in the playlist. Just when you think you’re getting an idea of what this lot sound like, out comes current single ‘Get Older’, which is receiving some much deserved airplay after seducing half the staff at 6 Music, not least Huey Morgan. Sparse, moody and actually quite malevolent, it’s the moment when the idea of them being an indie-folk band pretty much disintegrates. It is this track which best demonstrates how far this band have come in the last four years, such is its warped and wonderful ethos. This isn’t some lame wet fart of indie schlopp designed to get the tight-trousered indie troop excited for three minutes before they listen to the new single by the fucking Wombats. This is playing for your heart and soul.

The more reserved moments are no less special. ‘Wouldn’t Women Be Sweet’, replete with opening lines “I met you in a bar in 2003, we started going out immediately. I thought it would be fun, I thought it would be easy, didn’t realise you’re a maniac,” makes for a charming breather at the album’s midpoint, despite possessing a comically grim narrative. It’s not long before the whole crew are back on deck, ‘Train Station Car Park’ offering a similar bombast to the album’s openers and somehow executing one of the most difficult tricks in modern music – enjoyable use of a harmonica. Seriously.

See My Evil’, having previously been the lead track on an EP of the same name, makes an appearance near to the end of the record. It sounds just as shudderingly splendid as it did that first time: like a grubby Arcade Fire after a night in a dark room with a fine malt, headphones and a copy of Jeff Buckley’s ‘(Sketches For) My Sweetheart The Drunk’. Another track from that EP, ‘Strong Wheels’, is propelled forth by a perpetual bass line which evokes the thrum of a cruising engine as Tom sings “me in my car, in the snow, off my head.” Coming as it does just before ‘See My Evil’ it all adds to the increasing sense of anxiety and menace which reaches a crescendo with the album’s closing track.

Voicemail’ initially creeps gingerly from the speakers, before exploding into a strangely measured but hugely powerful cathartic rumble. By the time the spoken world salvo of “Think I’m a terrorist and I’ll fucking act like one” is spat out you’ll be wondering exactly how we ended up here. The gently lulling guitar which makes a reappearance at the end feels like the musical equivalent of a cheeky grin and a crafty wink, capturing what this whole album does so very well. The stories told may be grim, grizzly and even macabre but that’s exactly what most of them are. Stories. Beautifully written and quite amazingly delivered, but definitely not tales of everyday life in Tunbridge Wells.

This record won’t be receiving a full page spread in the NME and Pitchfork won’t be spending hours trying to decide how to artfully and intellectually sabotage it by dropping its score by .3. It won’t have full page ads in the music monthlies or an advert voiced by Zane Lowe. But please, please don’t let that be a reason for you not to end up with it in your collection. It’s a remarkable debut by a band who give a shit about every single stage of the process and, irrespective of how many good albums have come out recently, it’s an essential purchase which will stand tall come the end of this already impressive musical year.


‘Too Slow’ is available to order now from the band’s site on CD or Vinyl. Purchases come with an instant HQ download and you’re buying direct from the band.


6 thoughts on “The Just Played Verdict: Tom Williams & The Boat ‘Too Slow’

  1. After running aground on the same old same old I have been searching for a new sound and direction for my listening. Direction changed. This album is a treat to the ears.

  2. I had a ” this is better – who the hell is it ? moment and google “fifty something balding racist” to find out.

    This post was the only result to lead me this band.

    So thanks for that. And thanks for a great review. First time I have ever agreed with a review before</em listening to the record.

    Downloading now…

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