Locksley - She Does: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download
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I’ve known some members of Locksley since they were knee high to a Necco wafer, and have always thought the band had that special something…but I chose to wait to write about them until Perez Hilton made it official. You know, you have to have barometers in the blog world.

In any case, there’s a pre-fame backlash afoot already (”The Strokes are better,” “They sound like JET.” “Hi, Beatles at the Cavern Club!”), but in the hopped-up, hyped-out era of unwarranted praise being heaped on undeserving band after undeserving band, I am more than willing to put my little blogging neck out there for this group of Brooklyn-by-way-of-Wisconsin-ites. Anyone would be hard pressed to find a group of guys more dedicated to giving the audience the best experience possible, which means they’re impeccably prepared and undeniably seasoned showmen. British invasion? You bet, but there’s a reason it worked once before - infectious pop melodies, barely a song that even approaches the 3 minute mark, and the aw-shucks gumption that’s missing from so many Detroit garage- and British invasion-influenced bands today. After all, they’re named for Robin of Locksley from Robin Hood…so one has to expect and accept a certain amount of best-intended robbery.

Going it alone without a label used to spell poverty and anonymity for independent bands, but a savvy marketing and relationship development combined with plain old dumb luck has landed Locksley in Spin magazine, in several national advertising campaigns, on tour with The Rapture and Hanson, and on the stage of the Jimmy Kimmel Show. Those of us who have only known the likes of the Kinks in grainy TV-appearance films will appreciate Locksley’s dedication to recreating, recycling, and reinterpreting the garage pop goodness that made the early 1960’s an exciting time to be a rock ‘n’ roll fan.
Photo by Laura Gray

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