The Teenbeat, headed by the fantastic Adrian R. Shaw are art-rock at it's finest. Angular, confessional reality rock with songs that aren't just a soundtrack to ya life, but which become part of it... What was immediately noticeable was how mentally in tune with each other the band were. Adrian faced drummer Lee and guitarist Kevin... they seemed to be vibing off one another in a semi-telepathic manner. Adrian pens songs of life in a northern town ...songs of dead seaside towns and sex in cheap nightclubs. There's more than a touch of the poet to Adrian's muse and his style is often literary. The tunes are sometimes immediate, sometimes not... but they all wiggle their way into your consciousness in the fullness of time. Adrian is a true star of a frontman. Magnetic and very funny. The band have been around for a long time now, but every live performance is played as if it's their first and last gig. They always sound fresh and vital. - Silver Juice zine

A solo outing for one of this country's most talented songwriters. If you haven't heard of him, then shame on you because music as well-observed and moving as this should no longer go unnoticed. Papers such as NME should be absolutely ashamed of themselves... giving coverage to teenage metal nonsense from all corners of the globe, when such pure unsullied talent is right on their doorstep. The Teenbeat have been Bull & Gate regulars for some time now. They are a treat to watch live, but to fully appreciate the shaw songwriting talent, you have to catch the man live ...voice and acoustic guitar is all that's needed to transport the listener into a world where life's grim realities can be looked upon as something other than mere negativity. but it's not just the music. In the flesh, Adrian communicates with the audience between each song, a dour sense of humour fully intact and what seems like a full-bodied naivety ever-present throughout his monologues. Songs such as Shit Weather, Urina and Pizza Girl are not about the american "rawk" experience ...they're about everyday life in a small town in England. Real stories about real people, transformed into poetry, but never distorted beyond that into the realms of Hollywood idealism. Adrian pens songs with tunes that are hardly difficult to penetrate. There's a hint of Jake Thackray here and another of Dylan there. He's from the north, but doesn't use this as a gimmick. His accent compliments his work, but he doesn't base the work solely on the accent. This man has presence and charisma in tenfold. He's the new Jarvis Cocker and nobody knows it yet. Someone with influence such as Domino or Too Pure need to take a risk and put this man's work out. If The Teenbeat/Adrian stay a cult act, then we should all take a long look at ourselves and ask why Stereophonic-tosh is still given blanket coverage and the Barnsley charmer given merely one column inch ...if that. - Silver Juice zine

They're The League Of Gentlemen doing The Violent Femmes, they're Hefner's jam-friendly, funny northern cousins, they are The Teenbeat, but to start with it's solely Adrian and his acoustic, coming on after Captain Beefheart's 'Ice Cream For Crow' to sing "kum ba yah my lord, we're gonna get stoned". When the rest of the band turn up they deliver some sad songs that make me happy, even their ode to loving a butcher with a big knife (Butcher) might make a vegetarian's eyes water (if not their mouth), in sympathy or with laughter at the black comedy. Some songs like the ace Shit Weather drag on too long but there's also frantic numbers like the catchy Doorstep howled at us. Adrian gets himself so worked up in this way that he has to be mopped down with a towel but takes a break for Richard Spontane's friend Claire to come and sing The Delgados-ey Urina (nice name), then he ends the epic, hilarious and harrowing Here Comes Neil on the floor and has to be carried off. Filled with spririts not only of the song. - Al

Oxton Charity Shop saw the arrival of Teenbeat a local band with a deceptive name which originated from a popular 1960s magazine. Although late they proved to be worth the wait performing original songs about Birkenhead such as Stairways. - Elaine Pyke, Evergreen, Issue 33.