REVIEW: Miles Kane- Give Up

Totally unexpected. There's absolutely no other adjective to describe what we thought when we heard the first single from Miles Kane's forthcoming album. Forget Jake Bugg, forget The Vaccines, forget Eugene Mc Guinness, forget Noel Gallagher, forget, ,well, everything. Miles Kane is making the sexiest and most rock n' roll return we've seen so far.

Clad in a tiny leather jacket and skin-tight dark jeans, the Liverpudlian is releasing what can be considered a rock n' roll anthem. Two minutes and fifty-three seconds of screaming guitars, brilliant vocals, efficient lyrics, heart-thumping rythmic line. With Give Up, Miles Kane does not turn his back on his mod days but clearly opens his songwriting to a broader range of Britrock. And if his first album was packed with great tunes like Come Closer or the fantastic My Fantasy, this particular single wins over all of them.

There were endless discussions yesterday on forums about the video, about the tune, about the new musical- and clothing- direction Miles Kane is taking. Sure, he no longer looks like this potential son-in-law some fans' mums would have loved to see their daughters with and sure, former Last Shadow Puppets fans must feel at loss seeing Kane morphing into this rock n' roll animal. At High And Loud, we had met him a couple of years ago for an interview and then saw him live four or five times in less than a year and a half. It had already seemed obvious by the beginning of 2012 that the charming, smiling, aspiring mod lad had become self-confident enough to become the rock messiah the music industry was not waiting for but will have to do with. Britain, be proud. You have once again nurtured a talentful musician.