For some, suspicion about Måneskin’s rise to prominence persists, as if a young, sexy rock band who appeal to young, sexy rock fans shouldn’t be able to sell out London’s O2 six months ahead of show time without first having spent a few winters trudging up and down the M1 in search of approval from a brains trust of grizzled music lovers.
Part of this must surely be down to the way time seems to collapse with age, because the truth of the band’s ‘sudden’ rise is that the gap between their TikTokbusting cover of the Four Seasons’ classic Beggin’ and the arrival of new album Rush! is less than the time between Jimmy Page leaving The Yardbirds and the release of Led Zep’s Houses Of The Holy. Overnight success for young, sexy bands? That was a 70s thing, man.
is dazzling proof that Måneskin are capable of writing rings around most modern riff monkeys. Exploring arenafriendly turf somewhere between Arctic Monkeys and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, it’s an album that bristles with swagger and sass. It’s also an album of great economy: none of the 17 songs waste any time gettingtaking approximately three seconds to establish the frisky chug that underpins the Måneskin blueprint.
