Seeing Scarlet fell from the four corners of Britain and its crumbling Empire: London, Harrogate, Bournemouth and South Africa. The day after flying over from the Southern hemisphere to start sixth form in London, Charlie Beall met Tom Goodfellow in the boys’ toilet at a girls’ school (the meeting wasn’t planned), and asked him if he could play guitar. Alarmed by Charlie’s stare, Tom nodded...and soon he could. On meeting bassist Jim Bell at his university quarters a couple of years later the three started to hatch plans of forming a band. Further down the line they found Charlie ‘Stix’ Layton pummelling a drumkit in a room in Old Street and the final piece fell into place.
Since then audiences and critics alike have fallen not only for Charlie’s incomparable vocal style and soul-pinning stare, but for the bands passionate intensity in delivering their music. On record too that intensity speaks for itself; Seeing Scarlet’s songs turn on a knife-edge between dark and light, documenting moments of anger, alienation, escapism and wonderment.
This is a band with all the dark intrigue of Depeche Mode or Interpol, overlaid with the wit and disdain of the Smiths. It may take a while before we figure out what lies behind that stare but with songs like these we know we’ll enjoy the ride.