Album Review: Gorilla Punch Radio- Gorilla Punch Radio

ALBUM REVIEW:

Gorilla Punch Radio

 

 

Gorilla Punch Radio

9.4/10.0

 Gorilla Punch Radio, Gorilla Punch Radio

Gorilla Punch Radio is available from:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/gorilla-punch-radio/id888458114

TRACKLISTING:

Bragging Rights9.5/10.0

Pick Yourself Up9.3

I’ve Got Your Back9.3

Burn this City to the Ground9.4

Shadows 9.2

Follow You9.4

Tease9.2

Breathe 9.4

Song for the Underdog9.5

Jane9.3

STANDOUT TRACK:

Song for the Underdog

DOWNLOAD:

Bragging Rights, Burn this City to the Ground, Follow You, Breathe, Song for the Underdog

LABEL:

Gorilla Punch Records

GENRES:

Rock, Indie-Rock, Funk, Pop, Punk

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Yorkshire is producing ounces of terrific bands and artists. Riding high in the mix is Gorilla Punch Radio: an act capable of some terrific things. Their self-titled debut album sees them explore balkanised fighters; deep and longing passion; dirty and seedy pub scenes- all tied around an axis of force, passion and pressing urgency. For those bemoaning the lack of ambition and diversity- in modern-day bands- here comes the case for the defence…

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LOOKING out at the band market today…

and you get a clear sense of developments occurring. I am referring to the mainstream largely: the case is the solo market seems to be making serious ground. In previous reviews, I have stated how dominant bands are- in people’s thoughts- and how far ahead they seem to be- in terms of demand and popularity. Through the course of 2014, I am finding that solo acts are taking most of the critical glory. From the likes of new heroes Sam Smith; through to current heroine La Roux, the public are connecting with the lone stars- those whom proffer their inner-most thoughts and emotions. I am not sure what accounts for this reversal and transposition: whether the quality is not what it should; tastes and trends have enforced this move. Whatever is behind the shift, it is fascinating to watch. Part of the reason- why solo acts are fascinting and compelling- is that they can be more distinct and individualised: you are focusing on the human being rather than an overall sound. What you tend to find- with regards band music- is that the overall projection and sound is focused on; it is harder to distinguish yourself aside- solo artists have a much easier time of things. If you take the cases of Sam Smith and La Roux, you would be hard-pressed to compare them: the former is a master of heart-aching and stunningly evocative introspections; his voice gliding and haunting every scintillating note. La Roux has a more energised and vibrant disposition, yet still errs towards the recesses of personal insight- giving the public an insight into her psyche and life. Icons of different genres; the two are equally potent and effective- I worry that bands are suffering from a lack of mobility. Over the past year, we have seen a rise and growth that has been unparalleled- the sheer force of new acts coming through has stifled and suffocated the scene. Making it hard to discern the quality from the quantity, the public have been faced with a Herculean task: deciphering which sounds are worth holding onto; which you should negate and dispose of. One of the most sought-after and in-demand genres is Indie- and Indie-Rock. Accounting for the majority of new bands- coming through- it seems to be the favoured and the in vogue style of song. I can understand why bands tend to prefer Indie- over other genres- as it is a great middle-ground between harder and more intense sounds and softer and less striking ones- there is a lot of mobility and potential within these areas. The major issue is that not a great deal of diversity is being summoned: the bands that are aiming to seduce the heart are starting to numb the mind- only a small few manage to resonate and enthuse. Because of this, there might be some trepidation and scepticism- among listeners- as to the future potential of Indie- new bands coming through are offering some form of redemptive hope. Having reviewed more than my fair share of Indie and Indie-Rock bands, I have seen a mixture of quality- quite a few are pretty average; there are a fair number that have the potential to make some serious waves. In order to separate yourself apart, your sounds, lyrics and formation needs to be striking- too many new acts are the epitome of boredom and unadventurous thought processes. My featured act understand the necessity of these points- just seeing their (band) name and you are hooked in. In addition to their music (being alert and endlessly compelling), the quartet seem like they can be a name to watch- their debut album is certainly no slouch or minor work. Before I go into more depth, let me introduce them to you:

James– Vox

Boothy– Gtr.

Sam– Bass

Paul– Drums

“‘Bragging Rights’ is the lead single from the electrifying self-titled debut album by Gorilla Punch Radio. It explodes with a rhythmic guitar riff that’s reminiscent of the Hives and serves up a lyrical commentary of the drunk and seedy shenanigans of folks out on the town getting messy. The single includes a video shot on the streets of Leeds, documenting the evolution of the band from Gorilla’s to people as they make their way to perform a sound check at Leeds’ very own Brudenel Social Club. ‘Pick Yourself Up’ is the second single and is a reflective ballad about moving past heartbreak. It includes an Rn’B style beat underneath a fingered guitar rhythm that provides a very unique and fresh sounding groove. A video will also be included upon release of this single. The album will be released on Friday 25th July and was written and recorded by the Leeds based multitalented musician James Booth better known as Boothy. He recorded and mixed the record at his studio in Headingley and is preparing several videos to promote it, including the aforementioned ‘Bragging Rights’ that will be released alongside the record. The songs that comprise the record are incredibly diverse with each song providing a different feel and tone whilst still retaining the same underlying guitar driven sound. This diversity comes from a wide variety of influences with soaring chorus’ reminiscent of Foo Fighters and Coldplay on tracks such as ‘Burn this City to the Ground’ and ‘Follow You’ alongside more delicate tunes like ‘Pick Yourself Up’, ‘I’ve Got Your Back’ and ‘Shadows’ which take lyrically from the style of Michael Jackson and rhythmically from Red Hot Chili Peppers. Songs like ‘Bragging Rights’ and ‘Tease’ provide a more cynical lyrical style influenced heavily by Arctic Monkey’s with pumping grooves that belong on any dance floor. The underlying sound of the album however is driven by the masterful guitar work.”

Focusing on- and revolving around- the guitar; the band’s diverse and distinct songs cover a lot of ground: they are not contented to stick with one formula and style. Adept at transmogrifying their projection; keeping their roots and core focused and solidified- the Yorkshire band have created an album that offers so many different avenues and possibilities. One of the biggest issues I have- when it comes to new and established Indie bands- is their lack of adventurousness and range. Too often they are concerned with being unique, they overlook the relevance of motility and surprise- leaving the listener cold and somewhat disinterested. Solo acts like La Roux have shown how a fertile and ambitious focus can reap serious rewards- without compromising your ideals and uniqueness. Gorilla Punch Radio draw in a wide range of influences; their songs are striking and unexpected treats (that put your mind in overdrive): you do not have a chance to be fatigued or bored; everything they offer digs deep and elicits a big response- it is no surprise they are garnering some effusive praise and support. I have given up staying away from Yorkshire-based bands: there are so many coming through, I am going to have to accept that the county is never going to stop being awesome- there are no two acts (in Yorkshire) that sound alike or play along the same lines. For those among you (like me) that prefer their music band-driven, we are all looking around for something different and interesting- which breaks away from the grey quagmire of the new scene; the gloomy bog of predictability. Given that social media- and music websites- have a hard task ahead of them- making sure the best and most worthy bands get their due exposure- it is a mind-boggling proposition. It is down to people like me to make sure Gorilla Punch Radio draw in some new supporters- I have witnessed too many fantastic acts fall by the wayside (due to lack of dedication and fans). The self-titled L.P.- from the quartet- is sure to give the guys a huge boost: there are few that will be able to ignore its direct and sagacious propositions.

Being an embryonic and new act, the first offerings are the ones you are hearing. Of course, the quartet have been recording and playing for a while but their fully-fledged and most concrete work is their album- the first chance for the public to witness them in their full potential. It is hard to say how much they have developed- given this is their debut L.P.- yet it is clear they have a solid and familial bond. Most bands show some loose edges and weaknesses; their music has some ragged minor notes and bum proffering- inevitably everything is not that polished and assured. That is not the case with Gorilla Punch Radio: they sound like a band that have been recording for decades- such is the emphasis on conviction and tightness, it is impossible to point towards any weakness. Every one (of the album’s 10 tracks) is assured and instilled with confidence- these songs have been worked on and given a lot of due attention and consideration. Able to sound live and effortless, the band skillfully come across as professional and jamming: they mingle the rush and urgency of live performances with the defined and full sound of a studio-recorded act. Few artists are able to pull of this kind of feat- kudos goes to the band for this. The reason acts and artists develop and improve is due to their solidity of their bonds. If the relationships are not solid and assured, then the music is sure to suffer- the best and brightest musicians are those that have a clear respect for one another. When listening to Gorilla Punch Radio’s sapling cut, I was astounded by how natural and dominant the music was- I have witnessed few artists that project the same amount of luster and energy. The passion and directness really bowls the listener over: even when songs are more temporised and restrained; the sense of assuredeness is hard to shake off. Being such a fully-formed and rounded band, the biggest test is where they go from here- how will their next move compare to what they have unveiled (on their current album). I would expect to hear the same mixture of influences and dynamics: mixing unique and unexpected lyricism with some mobile and fertile sounds; making sure the guitar fascinates and overwhelms- keeping the palette multifarious and deep. Drawing from personal experiences, the group will certainly have enough material (for new recordings)- how they solidify and distill them will see whether they keep the momentum going. I am wholly confident the Yorkshire quartet will increase and grow- draw in some new sounds and sights; augment and widen their appeal. A lot of new Indie acts are somewhat limited and constricted- due to their rigidity and narrow focus- but Gorilla Punch Radio will not have this worry- they offer such a distinctive and heady brew; they have ammunition to confound and impress for many years to come.

Gorilla Punch Radio have their own unique sound- they do have some idols and influences that has inspired their music. If you are looking for comparable acts- or artists that have resonated with the quartet- then there are a few names that can be provided. The first band I would mention are Kasabian. When Gorilla Punch Radio swagger (and let their sense of adventure mandate their sounds), I catch hints of that pumped-up and hedonistic swing. Able to mix social commentary with a sense of fun and smile, Kasabian’s latest album has been impressing critical eyes. Whereas Kasabian’s lyrics are hardly impressive, they do make sure that excitement and entertainment comes to the fore- modern-day anthems and jams seduce and enthrall the listener. Gorilla Punch Radio instill these properties (writing much finer lyrics) into their motifs: they have managed to master the art of entertaining the crowd; ensuring their tracks get feet moving and fists pumping- they could very well be a future festival act to watch closely. During Empire, Kasabian provided twists and turns; rave-ups and changes of skin- their songs were not samey and confined. Gorilla Punch Radio provide comparable diversity and mobility: their songs mutate and develop as they play; each new number reveals something unexpected and original- without losing the sense of focus and guidance. One other band that came to mind- when hearing Gorilla’- is Red Hot Chili Peppers. The Funk-Rock mesmerisation that made them legends can be heard in Gorilla Punch Radio. Perhaps the best album comparable is Californication. The vocal soulfuleness, range, pitch and melodic sensibility made the album such a phenomenal work: the way Kledis improved and strengthened his vocal ensured that critics were raving- tied with taut and addictive jams, the L.P. is seen as one of their finest works. Although Gorilla Punch Radio do not have their lyrics in California- and similar themes- I can hear those same Funk-laden epiphanies. The introspectiveness and relaxation (that gave their tracks its power) can be seen on the Yorkshire quartet’s album: when the band go into Funk realms there are embers of Californication‘s finest moments. Red Hot Chili Peppers’ mix of esoteric mythology; divine musicianship and soul-lifting stylisations has resonated with Gorilla Punch Radio- they incorporate the best elements of them into their sounds. By this stage- Californication– John Frusciante was back on board: his revolutionary and compelling guitar work transformed the band. Capable of going from lush and reserved; scorching and Western-themed and Hendrix-inspired it is a riotous and genius performance- the album would have been weaker were it not for him. Gorilla Punch Radio employ similar guitar-based wonder: they can merge disparate and unique strands into a full-bodied whole- change course and direction; keep songs fresh and unpredictable. Foo Fighters are a name that come to mind when thinking of our quartet. The way Grohl’s mob provide emphatic and anthemic classics has had an effect- a lot of Gorilla Punch Radio‘s most urgent moments can be linked to Foo Fighters. If you look at one of their mid-career gems like One by One: that album mixes introspective qualities with potent guitar riffs. Even the quiet moments have impassioned and stirring middles- it hits the guts and resonates with the listener. Exploring relationships and various heartache, the album is an emotional high-point- a work that meant a lot to Grohl. Gorilla Punch Radio explore similar love-lorn themes and tenderness- they imbue their songs with a similar sense of atmosphere and nuance. When Wasting Light arrived (in 2011) the fiercest and less compromising side of Foo Fighters arrives- they are less trampled and confined here. Positively-charged and affirmative lyrics mix with anthemic and crowd-lifting bonhomie. A lot of Grohl’s vocal growl and gravel comes through in Gorilla Punch Radio’s most gripping moments- the band make sure they tie affirming themes with the importance of consistency- their tight and compelling anthems could easily fit on Wasting Light. When the quartet become more introverted and emotional, you hear whispers of Coldplay’s most lauded work. The band (Coldplay) are derided and less potent now- their latest album was universally mocked- but if you look at Parachutes: that album has elegance and uplift abound. The graceful and real emotions that came through transcended the band’s identity crisis- too many hints of Jeff Buckley presented themselves. Able to make sorrow and emotional themes uplifting and life-affirming, the genuine and earnest emotions- complete with classic guitars and piano-laden washes- made it such a phenomenal work. I can see that Parachutes– and early Coldplay- has inspired Gorilla Punch Radio. When the Yorkshire crew’s softer and emotive numbers come to play, you can extrapolate some Coldplay-esque gracefulness and style. A lot of modern acts are inspired by Coldplay- they tend to incorporate the band’s worst and most cloying aspects- Gorilla Punch Radio have instilled the headiest and most resonant aspects of the band (into their delicate and stirring mandates). Two names I would like to mention are U2 and Green Day. Sharing little common ground, the two acts have struck a chord with our quartet. U2’s legendary quality for larger-than-life stories made albums like The Joshua Tree so mesmerising. U2 managed to link the bombast and volcanic prowess of their early albums with the lush and scintillating emotion of their newer releases- something that Gorilla Punch Radio have taken to hear. The band spar anthemic and driving Rock with tender and considered ballads- everything is packed with soul, heart and grit. Vitality, restraint and exultant nuance- seen in The Joshua Tree– sees mainstream pride and unabashed swagger sit with tailored and honed classics- similar elements I can see in Gorilla Punch Radio. The broad palettes of Achtung Baby has arty guitar textures and a lack of pretentiousness; moving from economical and save-the-world rallying, it looked at relationships and personal strife- a more fascinating and compelling album awaited. Metallic and invigorating guitar sounds saw darker themes lurk with reinvigorated and inspired Pop classics. Gorilla Punch Radio incorporate similar qualities and aspects into their music- the guitars are emphatic and variable; the range of sounds as diverse and rich; the quality meter as high as can be. Green Day seem to have inspired the Yorkshire quartet. I can hear some of Billie Joe Armstrong’s vocal quality (that was solidified in Dookie). That album sees humorous apathy and catchy (and infused Pop rush) unite; the true identity and personality comes through. Whilst adolescent snottiness and vitriol is heard on that album, the biggest hallmark is the hooks and sense of fun- Gorilla Punch Radio instill these essences into their unique- and deeper- songs. Peppiness, maturity and slickness came out in Warning. The album contained rebellion- it was far less petulant than predecessors. Softer numbers like Warning and Macy’s Day Parade sees Armstrong lose the snide and cutting side of his voice: opening it up, he lets his tenderness and emotion come through. Gorilla Punch Radio- in their calmer moments- elicit some of Warning‘s passion and qualities. I want to mention three more acts- that could have inspired Gorilla Punch Radio. Oasis come to mind- in the band’s most uplifting songs- the spirit of 1994 ‘Britpop’ can be discovered. Definitely Maybe sees a bed sit dreamer- Noel Gallagher- make it in music: surveying the streets and modern youth, the song takes in love and the essentialism of ambition. The messages look to uplift and inspire the masses; raise the downtrodden and overly-hopeful- inspire the deepest and most burning dreams. There is bravado and confidence in spades: the record covers so many topics, it is a dizzying cornucopia of sonic experience. Gorilla Punch Radio fuses anthemic paens to youthful longing; the proclivities and inequality in relationships; the desire to make a better life- those fundamental philosophies that defined Oasis have compelled our quartet. Those aching and delirious guitar codas; the impassioned and striking vocals; the deep and catchy songs. The Yorkshire quartet have incarnated the spirit of Definitely Maybe; skimmed away some of the fat- appropriated it for their own means and ideals. Michael Jackson is a name you may not expect to see- linked with an Indie band. The biggest comparison one can levy is towards his lyricism and pace. If you hear songs on Thriller, Bad and Dangerous: those anxious, frantic and delirious jams made him the true King of Pop. Jackson’s genius for melody, composition and nuance enforced the albums- made them such timeless works. What Gorilla Punch Radio have done is incorporate some of Jackson’s distinct and innovative beats and rhythms. Their most Funk-infused and upbeat songs skiffle and dance; they have that same rambunctious and captivating drive- embers of Billie Jean, Leave Me Alone and Dirty Diana can be heard in some songs. Thriller’s zesty and determined energy sees a range of different sounds come in: strutting jives, asphalt arias and cool chills linger. Gorilla Radio Punch incorporate this range and ambition: the band are adept at fusing these emotions and diversions into solid wholes. The final name I will introduce is Radiohead– particularly their The Bends era. When Gorilla Punch Radio become more introspective and focused, I hear some of Yorke’s distinct and angst-laden tones. Thoughtful and instantly memorable, the 1995 masterpiece joined challenging soundscapes and haunting melodies- there was something for every listener. Gorilla Punch Radio sees (Nice Dream)-esque guitar swoon with My Iron Lung-style rage and direction. Incorporating various elements of The Bends, it is clear that the album has played a big role in Gorilla Punch Radio’s build-up- it will be great to see if they expand on this in future releases. As much as I have mentioned other acts, it is worth stating that the Yorkshire band follow no others- their L.P. is unique and original as anything out there. If you dig deep and listen hard, you can detect shades of other musicians; fragments and moments that have inspired them- nothing glaring or obvious comes through. Few bands take the trouble to be distinct and unique- it is pleasing that Gorilla Punch Radio step away from their peers’ worst tendencies.

Given the band’s potential and promise, you eagerly wonder what the first notes of their album will offer. Bragging Rights is up first- dragging the listener in with the first notes. Echoed and machine-like electronics put me in mind of Michael Jackson and Radiohead. The emotive and anthemic grandeur of The Bends’ (most immediate moments) nestles with Jackson’s Bad-era sonics. An intro. that rouses the soul, it sets the album alight from the first seconds. When our frontman steps up to the microphone, his voice is determined and impassioned- it is clear that his messages need to be expounded immediately. Taking us into bar rooms and alcohol-filled climbs, we focus on the song’s subject: walking into the bar, we see a man who has “evil in his eyes“- whether referring to a drunken patron or a jealous friend, the words are delivered with a punchy directness. The man seems to be a cad and bounder: someone who is capable of seducing and entrancing, it seems like he is honing in on his prey. A disreputable and cheating sort, it appears he uses the bar as a hunting ground- using women; buying them breakfast then dispensing of them. Back in the bar, our hero- buys the girl- a “gin and tonic“, yet is acting kind of cold- ill-concerned with personalisation and bonding, his procedures seem routine and formulaic; he has done this many times before. Able to take a person’s reputation, it seems the heroine doesn’t really care- perhaps intoxicated and uninhibited, nothing really matters much. Possessing an ember of Billie Joe Armstrong’s vocal sound and delivery, there is a great U.S.-Punk aspect coming out- it is an urgent and youthful coda that never loses energy. When the chorus comes in, the chugging and rumbling guitars whip up the mood- the song becomes anthemic and puts its heart in the stadium. With singalong pride, the band unite with a tight and passionate performance- ensuring that the words are as indelible and memorable as possible. The girl- of the story- is the hero’s bragging rights; when the morning comes he has had his fun- no intentions of repeat performances, he is moving on to his next conquest. Perhaps it is no surprise that events have conspired as they have. With the heroine spilling drinks down her top; making a mess of herself, she is far-gone and adrift- the sharp-tongued hero has whiskey on his breath and has honed in on his latest victim. The evocative and scenic pictures put you right in the bar- the sights, smells and spills tumble through; the pugnacious and spirited vocal enforces every word and consideration. Building that infectious chorus back in, the song increases its momentum and cores- you will sing along by the time you get to the half-way mark. Lacing in some scorpion-sting guitars; psychedelic weaves and acid trip, the band unleash a firestorm of sonic potency- emphasising the urgency and danger of the mood. Scintillating and Slash-esque; it is a dizzying and insatiable guitar riff- one that bays for blood and never lets go of your mind. After more chorusing, the song comes towards its end- marking the cessation of an immediate and stunning open coda. Pick Yourself Up begins life more restrained and gentle. Our hero’s voice is soothing and soft; whispered and emotive, we are following him through the city- the cold wind is blowing his mind. Scarf around his neck, our frontman loves the city; he wouldn’t be anywhere else in the world. In spite of the embracing arms of the city, there is doubt and ghosts haunting his mind. Some bygone love is swirling around his brain- her “smeared mascara” is a memory that is impossible to shift. Acting as a demon burden, you feel the weight on his shoulders- listen to Thom Yorke’s delivery on High and Dry and you are half-way there. Propelled by a rousing and classic-sounding guitar rush, our hero has his girl on his mind- whatever the circumstances behind the break-up, there are unresolved issues. The effusive and swaying composition lifts the spirits and causes a smile; our hero looks outwards- needing a pick-me-up and soul raise, he is trying to inspire his spirit and move on. When the next verse comes around, it seems that it is not going to be easy to get over things- sleep is alluding him. Listening to the silence- which helps him to sleep- our hero is being kept prisoner by the secrets he keeps- as is everyone else. Whether this signals a guilty conscience; if he has secrets he needs to get off his chest, you find yourself intrigued- something is keeping him up at night. Obsessed by his sweetheart, our hero does not want to feel sorry any more- maybe moving on is the only sensible thing that can be done. Mixing Radiohead’s The Bends with some early Coldplay, it has a Pop-Indie feel: inspiring and emotive, it possess a contemporary and modern feel- its messages are as relevant now as they have always been. Most listeners can relate to that sense of lingering romance- trying to hold onto to something that should die. Sitting “on the fence” there is a lot of mixed emotion happening; weighing things out, our frontman looks back on life- the good and bad times he shared with his girl. Wondering whether he should do the right thing- whatever that may be- effective and atmospheric backing vocals add to the sense of urgency and emotion. Arriving in a myriad of Funk-infused promise- stuttering and jiving percussion; grooving and dancing guitars- I’ve Got Your Back is instantly gripping. We see lingers of Red Hot Chili Peppers come in. Our hero has some anxieties on his mind: being on life’s trapeze, he knows he could be knocked off by the “slightest breeze.” Radio-friendly but not too mainstream, the track marries a mellifluous and insatiable charm with introspective and edgy inners- there is a great mix of positivity and vunerableness. With his voice ragged, growling and strengthened; we are seeing a special figure being introduced- someone who our hero is looking out for and supporting. When their back is against the wall, they should have no fear- our frontman is going to be there for them. Reminding me of some of Crowded House’s Woodface-era gems, the melody and constant movement gets into your head- its addicitiveness and memorability is one of its stand-out qualities. Consistently motivated and determined, another rumbling and psychotropic guitar arpeggio comes in- it is fierce and buzzing; hypnotising and strong. Offering motivational codas and thoughts, our hero projects his mind to his subject- advising them to keep their head straight and back firm, he is the voice of resilience and faith. Wonderful things can happen when you are not looking; random chance can favour the unfortunate- it is waiting for the song’s subject. Ensuring the song never succumbs to glibness and ineffectiveness, the band punctuate the verses with vibrating and stinging guitar swagger- counterbalancing and juxtaposing, it is a needed and balanced condiment. Raging and jumping, you allow yourself to become entranced in the lust and ambition of the riff- before our frontman comes back to the fore. Reintroducing his direct and honest outpourings, you know how much he means everything- that conviction is hard to ignore. Riding the song to its conclusion, the band ensure the chorus remains in your thoughts- that central message defines the song and the ambitions at work. Burn this City to the Ground begins with a rampant and determined swing: Punk energy and Foo Fighter-esque force makes the song instantly gripping. Our hero is determined not to stop dancing; no one is going to get to him- a “10-tonne man couldn’t stop me from living in the now.” Overlapping and overlaying vocals, the primal rush and rampage puts me in mind of early Green Day- that same authority and passion can be detected. Gritting his teeth and biting his tongue, our hero is not going to remain silent- he has something to say that his target will not appreciate. Whether speaking to the government, his musical peers or a girlfriend, you can feel the pent-up rage increase- that nervy and frantic energy makes sure the messages resonate. Determined to burn the city down- you can kick him, kill him- our man is not relenting or submissive- he is determined to make his way and say his piece. I get the impression that the song refers to ambitions and personal identity; maybe enforcing yourself through music, the hero is striking against the modern-world (and ineffectual) colleagues- presenting something braver and more memorable. Whether off the mark or not (my interpretation), the weaving and transformative compositions hits your ear- the guitars contort and tease; a Punk rave-up-cum-Funk odyssey; it drives the track with immense force. With his voice full-bodied and intent, our frontman is not letting anyone overthrow him. Spurred by tripping and funky bass; clattering and insatiable percussion; carnivorous and trippy guitar, the full weight of the lyrics hit home- my mind was changed towards the final moments. Stating that he will do things his way- “so we don’t get it wrong“- maybe a relationship is being rebuilt and reappraised- the heroine may have screwed things up; this time our hero calls the shots. Creating some mystery and ambiguity, the listener is left to project their own course of events- it is a rousing and compelling song that is synonymous with its unwavering and lustful energy. Shadows takes the mood down again- the beginnings are rampant and pummeling; they subside to something more measured and refined. After the pounding percussive build, our frontman comes into the light- looking at a stranger tapping the concrete, we are viewing the streets once more. With the voice impassioned and elongated, our frontman stretches notes and thoughts- his voice is aching and tender; strengthened and determined. At night, he walks alone; his sweetheart’s shadow is there with him- loneliness and heartache seem to be playing on the mind. Watching empty streets in silence, words are whispered from the trees- you sense that our hero has lost someone dear to them; that void is causing tremulous desire and longing. The moonlight shines and seduces; our frontman lets his voice soar and proffer- you put yourself next to him (as he watches the world go by). Showcasing a mix of traditional values- scenes of broken love and haunting ghosts- with an original and fresh spin, the song compels you with its earnestness and honesty- nothing is disingenuous or forced at all; nothing overdone or over-emotive. The compositions keeps things in-check and balanced: never encroaching or interrupting things, it nobly backs up our hero- his voice and words are firmly in focus. Composed with an innate catchiness and alacrity, the charm of the song (and Pop edges) lift it high- few can overlook its intentions and multiple qualities. Consisting of few words, the chorus- once more- is the most pertinent thought: it is reintroduced and instilled frequently to ensure that the sense of hope never pervades. You wonder whether our hero is longing for something he cannot have; whether his mind is weighed-down and overcome- he seems hopeful in spite of everything. Gorgeously gentle strings beckon in Follow You– making me think of Radiohead and Jeff Buckley- with romantic and delicate regard. Aching, beautiful and inviting, you get caught in its flowing breeziness- that sweet-natured and riparian sound is enough to soothe the weariest of bones. The glass is cracked- it is professed- our hero still able to see through: whether a metaphor for a relationship that has ended, I am not sure- the aching and emotive delivery makes you think that we are surveying the development of a love story. Pondering life’s big questions; wrestling conflicts; our hero found comfort in his girl- she was able to make him forget about such repressive issues. Now that things are through- those problems- are “here to stay“- the teardrop vocal gives me the impression the relationship is unsolvable. The song soon explodes; the guitars and percussion smash and strike- joined on backing vocals, the track kicks up a gear and elicits genuine surprise. Our frontman is running away; unable to get any traction, he cannot face the world- nobody is able to make him forget about the problems he has. Finding no answers, our man is seeking redemption and guidance- unsure of what he really needs. The relationship he had was close to completion- the loss of which has caused defragmentation of his soul and heart. Having to make his own way, you can detect that desperation and loss- emphasised by the atmospheric and busy composition. Twinkling and high-pitched notes mingle with persistent percussion; lower bass notes fuse with the vocal- creating a vibrant and stunning whole. Keen to follow his subject- whether his girl or an unnamed guide- the course is set and plans made- nothing else is left for it. Letting his falsetto seduce and campaign, our frontman’s voice mutates and shifts; keeping the energy and passion levels high, it is an impressive and stand-out performance. With the band tight and intuitive it is one of the strongest songs on the album- the group show just how effective they can be when electioneering in Acoustic and romantic avenues. After a song that looked at direction and rebirth, there is now some Tease afoot- the opening notes certainly seduce and compel. Gentle arpeggio strings are underpinned by pattering percussive elements- mingling the likes of The xx with Radiohead, it is a curious and impressive initial gambit. Our frontman is having some doubts and problems: when he looks into the face- of his new love- all he sees is an ex- a girl (who still plays heavy on his mind). Wracked by the confusion and lingering affections, there is some turmoil and pain- events turn towards more romantic and honest considerations. When singing “I could simply sell my soul/just to watch you sleep“- you wonder if a particular sweetheart is being referred to. Whether concentrating his attentions to his current love- or looking back at a lost romance- there is certainly conviction in the vocals. Willing to give everything up (to watch her breathe), the romantic and urgent proferrings speak deeper- our hero does not want to “be alone tonight.” The mind is split; the truth not so elementary- when touching his girl and caressing her skin; you feel he wishes she was someone else. The truth would be destructive and calamitous: living a pretense, our man cannot shake the feeling he is with the wrong girl- when looking in the mirror, he sees her staring back. Whatever is holding back his true desires- maybe the relation is beyond repair- he is trapped in a relatively loveless bond; he would endure this rather than sleep alone. Cinematic and romantic compositional elements bolster the song’s bargaining position- the band provide maximum effect with few notes and histrionics. Wanting his love to breathe him in, I am reminded of Crowded House again- the band’s legendary gift for melody and smart songwriting is being portrayed by Gorilla Punch Radio. The lines are evocative and scenic; by the final moments, you questions whether things will work out right- or whether the two will never know the absolute truth. Dispelling the serenity of songs past, the creeping and devilish electronic spring that starts Song for the Underdog promises something heavier- initial moments are controlled and focused. A particular person has rocked into town- whether an old foe or enemy- they are willing to “take the crown.” There is an instant balkanisation: our hero’s crew will not back down at all- it seems like a rumble is imminent. The spirit never dies; the clans come together- punctuated by rushing and clattering guitar injections- the mood builds. With his sisters and brothers, the scene is set- they can not antagonise or defeat the brave band of warriors. The commonality and community (that is bonded) is unflinching and solid- whomever dares challenge them will suffer the consequences. Whether the song refers to a literal coming-together- or an emotional tug-of-war- the intentions and convictions are evident. Stepping into Muse/Green Day territories, the mixture of bombastic and motivation implore- you could imagine the song featuring on Black Holes and Revelations– nestles with Punk youthfulness and spirit- the intoxicating infusion whips up a toxic fire of fight. Unleashing furious and venomous guitar snakes, the song teases and strikes- backing off slightly to let the vocal come back in. Leading the army, they will “take it all“- the band back up the hero with a majestic and intent composition. Determined to not stand down or demure, our frontman keeps his soul sharp and resolved: the stadium-sized projection is enough to get legions of fans singing along in unison. Showcasing some of Foo Fighters’ nous for anthemic tribal calls, Gorilla Punch Radio bring their own brand to the party- the electrifying and delirious guitar line- that occurs near the end- gets quicker and quicker; the sense of drama and tension reaches its fever-pitch. Sensing imminent destruction, the song dies down- the listener is left to imagine scenes of carnage and triumph. Ensuring that some calm quells the broken glass (of the previous number), Jane provides some relaxing and soothed strings. Folk-tinged and tender, our frontman comes to the mic. “Deep inside the candle of goodwill and good intent“; he can hide away- the warmth touches his skin. His sweet and redemptive heroine (Jane) is keeping his heart good and true- inspired by her personality and natural goodness, her flame is keeping him alive. A medicinal love, our man is swept off of his feet- protected from the “morning’s rays“, there is a cocoon formed- Jane has ensured her man is protected and safeguarded against the rain. Free from the vicissitudes of life, the vocal is relaxed and natural- you can hear a sense of a relief and contentment radiate perfectly. With Jane on his mind- in his thought and on his side- her legacy cannot die- our hero clings onto the memory. Perhaps keen to have her back, there is a sense of sadness: this protective layer may not last forever; wherever she is, you feel our hero wants her back. Having provided him with a new lease on life, she is surely someone who needs to return- I am left wondering the true meaning behind the song. Maybe reflecting on a night with his love- in the heat of the moment- or looking back on days past, there is a spectral lingering- as though Jane is a spirit that hovers in the breeze. Romantic and utterly devoted, the track is the perfect way to bring the album to a close- wonderfully bookmarking a deep, compelling and stunning collection of songs.

Before I highlight the band themselves, I shall give some initial impressions. The album is a rich and marvelous work that seamlessly blends serene and romantic acoustic numbers with emphatic and rousing anthems- few bands manage to pull of this feat. It would be great to hear more Foo Fighter-inspired tracks like Song for the Underdog and Bragging Rights. Two of the album’s best cuts, the braggadocio and machismo- that is ready-made for arenas- shines through- the band are at their most confident and inspired here. That said, there are no real criticisms I can levy. The emotional and romantic numbers are never overdone or too numerous- that balance seems just about right. For transparency’s sake: it may have been good to see some more Funk-inspired moments- I know the Red Hot Chili Peppers are influences; when Gorilla Punch Radio let their relevance come out, they elicit some of their finest moments. The track order is spot-on: the strongest tracks are well placed; there are no long runs of acoustic numbers (or harder-edged jams)- they are ordered so that the album never loses momentum or becomes predictable. With some assured, polished and stunning production values, the L.P. is allowed to flourish and roost- every note and song is clear, concise and beautifully represented. Few new bands possess as much confidence and conviction as Gorilla Punch Radio- this comes out emphatically in every track. They manage to incorporate influences but never make it seem glaring- the abiding sensation is of a band with their own sense of identity and direction. The album is perfect for the current weather: able to perfectly soundtrack hot days, it is a collection of songs that never lose their charm and quality. The softer moments are apt for those times of reflection- when one yearns to escape the pace and fervency of modern life. Tight, structured and nuanced, the Yorkshire quartet’s debut album is going to see them go far- if they can keep the pace up, their next offering will be very good indeed. The imagination, musicianship and diversity- within the album- leads to huge results- it is strong enough to draw in a wide range and sector of different listeners. It is worth mentioning the band members themselves. Paul’s drumming is one of the album’s biggest draws. It never impedes or overcrowds songs- instead keeping the backbone firm and assured. When the band present heavier and more anthemic songs, the percussion is dominant and primal; unleashing fury and vengeance it is a magnificent performance. When songs became more reflective, the drummer does not become too quiet- able to provide enough passion and guidance to lift the song to new levels. Working perfectly with his bandmates, Paul’s precise and impressive contributions provide a huge amount of passion, weight and lust- I can imagine he is one of the best live drummers around Yorkshire. Sam’s bass provide some lyrical and beautiful notes; able to snake and sting with venom, it is a multicoloured and variable instrument. Making sure every song propels forward and does not relent, I was impressed by Sam’s contributions- few bands have such a potent and talented bass player. Capable of melody and tender backing; able to step into the spotlight and offer something divine, you are compelled by that sense of spirit and determination throughout. Boothy’s guitar shredding is quite epic indeed. Able to transform his axe into a wailing and psychedelic animal, you have to tip your hat- so much invigoration and tantilisaion is summoned forth. Fully competent of changing directions, the guitar work is endlessly inventive and mobile- no two songs have similar riffs and lines; terrific arpeggio moments are traded with psychotic and blood-thirsty finger-shredders. For a band that provide so many different sounds, you need a guitarist who is up to the job- most bands employ two guitarists to cover their spectrum. In Boothy, they have an ambitious and mesmerising strings man. The figurehead of the band, James is the voice of Gorilla Punch Radio: the mouthpiece of one of Yorkshire’s finest Indie bands. You are never truly reminded of other singers- you get embers of Thom Yorke, Billie Joe Armstrong and Dave Grohl but it is never too pressing or obvious. Able to move between Punk sneer, composed and delectable falsetto; ragged and masculine gravel, it is quite an instrument- not many singers have such a huge and varied range of emotions. Equally convincing when letting his heart bleed- as he is when summoning armies of fighting comrades- here is a definite singer to watch- it will be intriguing to see how his voice develops (and is employed) on future records. So much passion, energy, urgency and fight is provided; capable of rustling up myriads of scenes and sights- the ten vocal performances are uniformly stunning and extraordinary. I was left deeply impressed and gripped by Gorilla Punch Radio: a new band to my thoughts, I am going to be watching them closely over the next year. Yorkshire is spawning so many terrific bands, that it may be hard for some to distinguish themselves- our quartet have such a distinct and singular sound that no other band really come close (in that sense). If you want to unearth an Indie/Indie-Rock band with oodles of heart, soul and adventurousness- this should be the logical first stop.

A great deal of time- when concluding a review of an Indie band- I am left in two minds: whether there is genuine room for improvement; just how long the act will last. It is not that I am a hypocrite or prone to over-exaggerating reviews; but the reaction you get when you first hear a band can wane- the appeal can subside on repeated listens. The main reason behind the devaluation and depreciation is the element of freshness: the bands that lose their sparkle tend to provide little in the way of shock and intrigue. Gorilla Punch Radio strike me with their name alone- although for some reason I get images of that Goddamn awful loan advert with Chesney Hawkes! They are a dapper and fashionable band: not contended to deck themselves in jeans and a T-shirt, their eye for style is reflected in their music- here is an act that appreciate the importance of range and diversity. Having such an original and distinct sound, they manage to sprinkle in some elements of other acts. With that drive and anthemic punch of Foo Fighters; the to-the-jugular stun of Nirvana; the lyrical componency of Michael Jackson (and so much more)- they are a band that have a clear authority and affection for music. The likes of Red Hot Chili Peppers and Oasis feature in their rotation- fans of (any of the aforementioned) are likely to find much to appreciate. There are some remembrances and scenes of Arctic Monkeys- it seems the natural starting-point for every new Indie band- yet it is not a major sticking point- Gorilla Punch Radio employ the Sheffield band’s hitting and stirring punch without mimicking or hanging onto their coattails. This is something that impresses on me a lot: too many new bands want to become Arctic Monkeys; ensuring their music pretty much replicates the band’s outpourings- leaving the scene rather uninspired and listless. Gorilla Punch Radio’s lack of homogenisation and yawning predictability is what will bring in the fans- in a scene that is busy and hungry, they have given themselves an early edge. Before I wrap up, I will finish on two different points: their album and the current scene. When listening to Gorilla Punch Radio, you are left feeling distinctly uplifted: the L.P. has so many fascinating edges and nooks, you replay tracks over and over- seeing if there is anything you have missed. Both instant and nuanced, the album is one that stands up to repeated spins. The reason behind this discovery is the band themselves: the quartet have such a love for music, that all of their songs are imbued with passion and unmitigated conviction. Solidified and galvanised- because of their unwavering friendship- each note is rich and compelling. Leaving no room for austerity and slightness, the ten tracks- on their album- will win you over. If you are a fan of slower and more emotive songs, then you will not be disappointed. If you prefer things more potent and energised, there are songs for you; if you want to be dragged onto the dance floor and compelled to move- this is the album for you. New music is showing plenty of heart and hard work: the acts coming through are tireless and as ambitious as any that have come before. There is plenty of choice and diversity to be found; the issue comes when we arrive in certain genres- Indie is particularly culpable of lacking imagination. Although Gorilla Punch Radio work in various different genres, their Indie-flavoured output is as unique and distinct as any I have heard- they differ from the mass of contemporary sludge-makers. For this reason, it will be interesting to see how far they can progress- the initial reaction to their album seems positive and assured. The real test will be when it comes to promotion and sharing- making sure the songs are projected as widely as possible. I would implore everyone to seek out the band’s music; make sure you pass it along the channels of Twitter and Facebook– ensure as many ears as possible (get the chance to enjoy a real treat). The band is gigging and planning their next move; seeing how the album does- they are plotting the rest of 2014. I hope that dates in London are a proposition for the next few months- there are plenty of people who would want to see them down here. Having a reputation for chewing up and spitting out unworthy acts; many new bands are scared of the capital- it can be a cruel and uncaring mistress. I do not think Gorilla Punch Radio have much to worry about- I have seen many less exhilarating and high-quality bands do very well in the London scene. Over the next few days I am going to be assessing a couple of different Indie acts- based out of Canada- to see how North American sounds differ from U.K. ones- I find that over there the new artists are a bit stronger and less rigid. With the likes of Gorilla Punch Radio leading the charge, it will not be too long until the mainstream is given an overhaul: we will see bands take to the throne and rule with impunity. The likes of Foo Fighters and Arctic Monkeys will not last forever; their best days may be behind them- eager eyes are looking towards the new wave of wonders. If you are bored and uninspired by the raft of insipidness- coming from Indie quarters- then make sure you check out Gorilla Punch Radio…

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Track Review: The Tallest Tree- Boat

 

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Boat

9.5/10.0

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Independent-Rock, Indie-Folk, ’60s Pop, Garage, Grunge

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The blissful love story behind The Tallest Tree‘s incarnation is almost as uplifting as Boat: a track that is destined to find sunshine where there is rain. With so few musicians offering comparable redemptive music; this Mexican-Canadian husband-and-wife act should be in everyone’s lives. Sit back and let it take you over…

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A number of different thoughts entered my…

mind- when The Tallest Tree contacted me. Their debut single Boat has been garnering a wave of adulation- helping the proud oak sprout, flourish and bloom. I shall go into more depth- with regards the act themselves- yet have been inspired to divert my mind- somewhere pleasant and less stressful. Over the last few weeks, sleep and satisfaction have been elusive- music is attempting to fill the (massive) void that is present- an aural remedy that is only making small dents. A lot of my recent reviews have centered around energetic (but forceful) music- with harder and dangerous edges. Concluding that what is need- considering I am watching a lightning storm as I type- is something elliptical and sunshine-infused, the arrival of The Tallest Tree could not have been better timed- their incredible and glorious musical rush is enough to quell and soothe the most downtrodden souls. The duo have a charming and delightful back-story: they are a husband-and-wife duo who are building a reputation as one of the most impressive new acts around. That milieu and formation- married couple making music together- has been explored in a number of different acts- the likes of Fleetwood Mac have seen partnerships and relationships change; inspire songs and cause friction. It always seems like a risky avenue: if the love breaks down or is subverted; the music may suffer- causing entropy and break-up. The flip-side is relevant, mind: if the passion and sympatico- between the lovers- is strong and unbreakable, it can lead to something truly wonderful and enduring- as is the case of The Tallest Tree. Modern (British) acts like Knuckle, Royal Blood, Red Blood Shoes, and Huxtable build their reputation because of the close-knit bond of the duos involved- most of the music to be heard here revolves around Grunge, Indie and Alternative themes. With the exception of Red Blood Shoes, the aforementioned are male-only. In California, acts like Little Dove and The Open Feel provide boy-girl componency- they marry heavier and harder sounds with scenes of modern life and the realities of love. In all of these cases- all the musicians mentioned- the relationship involved is friendship- it is a collegial parabond that enforces their strength and direction. Having seen the likes of The White Stripes- the (former) husband-and-wife Detroit duo of Jack and Meg White- play so marvellously; create some of the best music of the last two decades- closer and more intuitive bonds can lead to terrific things. In the case of the Garage legends; it was various other factors which lead to the duo’s end: Meg’s anxiety; Jack perusing solo avenues etc. I have been thinking a great deal- with regards to what mandates the most effective and genuine music- what creates the finest and most unbreakable units: if you have a shared passion for music, as well as each other. It may be unrealistic to suggest that those in love make better sounds- the scene would be formulaic and rather unpredictable. The essence and passion that radiates from Boat is infectious and rare- it could only come from musicians with a natural and unimpeachable connection. There is still too much pernicious and unethical behaviour (and motive) in music: too many established and big-named acts are in it for the money- concerned with advertising, promotion and self-edification. The lure of the shiny dollar is seeing faceless and empty musicians put their image and voices on cheap and pointless technology; plastic and cheap appurtenances- the industry is slowly transforming into a stock exchange. Those that are dedicated to music itself- doing things honestly; unconcerned with the evils of money and selling-out- are the ones that are eliciting the biggest reactions- you can hear how much the art means to them. My featured artists are the embodiment of the rebellion: true musicians that want to create songs; connect with people and give as much as they can- completely devoid of the natural necessity to rattle their money tins. Before I expand, let me introduce them to you.

We met a couple of years ago when Armando’s band, The Oats, was playing in Canada.

And that’s when Armando fell in love with Dawn.

Now Dawn and Armando are married.

This is starting to feel a little like a short story….

Every time Dawn came to visit Mexico City, we would write a new song…

We’re not sure if the shell shock of getting torn apart at an airport will ever wear off. But now we are joined at the hip and we’re getting to do what we love together. “The Tallest Tree is a band formed by Dawn from Dundas, ON and Armando from Mexico City. They met a couple of years ago when Armando’s band, The Oats, was playing in Canada. Now Dawn and Armando are Married. This is starting to feel a little like a short story. Then Armando said “Let’s have a band together” to what Dawn replied “And we’ll call it The Tallest Tree”. Every time Dawn came to visit Mexico City, they would write a new song. They both sing and write music that they love. They like simple, straight forward, grungy music with a hint of folk and garage. They have a simple philosophy of a do-it-yourself, use-what-you-have nature and simply enjoy doing every part of what they do. We believe the music business has gotten twisted and crooked and weird. There is wonderful music out there, but a big percentage of it isn’t signed or promoted by the big guys. Support independent music. The Tallest Tree feels that people in a position to give should help people who aren’t, and that’s why a part of our merchandise sales goes to charity.

Independent music is seeing the hardest working people make impressions- having to do everything themselves, you have to admire the fortitude and determination. The Tallest Tree’s band moniker is inspired by nature; its words look at evolution and growth- the same proponents and ethics that are synonymous with their drive and zeal. Determined to return music to grass-roots- do things yourself; connect with the public- they are shrugging off the seduction of commercialism and marketing- funneling a percentage of their profits to charity. A benevolent, considerate and warm-hearted duo, this is no cynical ploy or hoodwink: that efficaciousness and delirious urgency comes through in their music- they are as honest and open as anyone you could mention. After my last review- surveying Reverend Moon’s album Coyote Gospels– I find myself back in Canada: with The Tallest Tree being based out of Dundas, Ontario, I am in familiar territory- I have seen many great acts emanate from here. The likes of Indie-Rock, Punk and Folk masters play here (Ontario); a wide and diverse swathe of musicians live- The Tallest Tree provide another chance to expound the virtues of one of Canada’s most fertile musical avenues. Having a cross-pollinated, multicultural and mixed heritage, the duo espouse this diversity in their sounds and music- the divine and scintillating allure of Mexico City has seen the capital’s flavours (and inspirational scenery) come into Boat. Before I delve into the duo themselves, I will bring up one point: uplifting and summery music. At the moment, there is a general lack of bonhomie and positivity coming through: too many bands and new acts tend to portray darker and more introverted sounds- they negate the vitality of vitality. In a harsh and unpredictable time, we all need something that puts us in a better frame of mind: takes our anxieties and woes away; subsumes our deepest and most ignoble thoughts- creating a paen of light and renewed energy. The Canadian-Mexican duo’s sense of commonality and community is what stands them aside from (most of) their peers: their drive towards apportion and rationality is going to stand them in good stead- they are an act that should be embraced and supported. Having come from such storybook and filmic scenes- you can imagine a captivating Indie flick being made about their coming-together- they are making their first splashes into the waters of music- determined to make some serious waves indeed.

It is difficult to compare Boat with the duo’s previous work- being their debut musical venture. The first signs are incredibly promising. Most new acts do not come through with anything that strong- at the very start- and seem nervous and reluctant- the hesitancy and restrain they show restricts ambition and any development. In a scene where competition is high; spaces in music are a at a premium- you have to make sure your first footsteps are as explosive as they can possibly be. The Tallest Tree make sure that their debut single contains all the hallmarks they will go on to cement: the mixture of Garage, Folk and Independent-Rock; the effusive and stunning vocals- tied around memorable and swirling compositions. As emphatic and tremendous as Boat is, the future sounds will show how the duo have evolved- that will be the true test of character. I do not feel The Tallest Tree have anything to worry about- you can hear potential from the very first notes (they proffer). It will be intriguing and interesting to see where they go from here- whether a new single or E.P. is going to come forth. In terms of comparable acts; often a three or four-track E.P. is unveiled: containing a range of ideas and sounds, they are all keen to showcase just what they have at their disposal- I suspect that The Tallest Tree will follow this course. Unlike most of their peers, the Canadian-based duo have some hidden and clear potential: if their debut single is this vibrant and catchy, then there is no stopping them- they have a flexibility and mobility that few others possess. Having a love for and authority in a number of different genres- as diverse as Grunge and Pop- eyes will look to see just how well they can unite them- if they produce an E.P. (in the coming year), just what are we going to see? It is clear that there will be progress and evolution: new themes and stories will explored; some fresh sounds injected into the mix- retaining that distinct and original sound. What would be great to see (from The Tallest Tree) is some two-hander love songs: something that documents their road to now; how the duo met- something that takes us into Mexico City- a succinct and delirious coda. Perhaps The Tallest Tree will delve deeper into sunny territory: unleash a sunny-as-hell smile that builds on Boat’s charm- soundtracks beach parties and sun-drenched drive. Their first outing has some terrifically assured lyrics and vocals: I suspect that some firmer and more introspective numbers will come to play- with more impassioned grit and guts (to be seen). The most apt and appropriate thing I can do is to project outwards: see how The Tallest Tree compare with those around them. The vocal harmonies and driving determinism does not put me in mind of anyone else. I shall look at some influences and possible reference points (below), yet 2014 is not showcasing any comparable acts- no-one has quite the same mixture of qualities and sounds. The modern scene sees quite a few acts that play Grunge, Indie and Alternative- most of the tracks look at love and the problems faced in love. Enforced by traditional values and public demands, most of the songs do not differ or surprise too much- occasionally bands come along that will subvert expectation. When reviewing Bi:Lingual- a Rap-Rock band- their direct and original songs looked at reality TV, hollow fame and the waifishness of modern music. Similarly- when assessing Grunge band Allusondrugs- there was a clear sense of (a band) that followed no-one else- their songs stepped away from overly-trodden soils; planted seeds in new hectares; leaving their listening public satisfied and treated. The Tallest Tree have some pleasingly familiar undertones; they ensure that the music and composition is striking and unparalleled; the vocals have a true and different projection- their mandates and themes step aside from any common and undistinguished quarters- the results have led to a song that is potent as it is memorable. It is this potential and strength that is going to see them thrive in the future: when (and if) they do release an E.P., that will be one of the most sought-after and tantalising records of the year- it is worth keeping your eyes open to see how the intrepid and entrepreneurial duo progress.

As distinct and fresh as The Tallest Tree are, I can find a few bands- and acts- that may have influenced their sound. One of the most impressive names- when it comes to influences- is The Beatles. The Liverpool legends’ gift for melody (and stunningly evocative Pop) sounds enforced their greatest albums. When listening to Boat, I was put in mind of two Beatles albums: Rubber Soul and Abbey Road. The former is my personal Beatles favourite- not many people share that view- because of the melodies and superb compositions. On that album, the four-piece did not sacrifice their ethics and background: establishing themselves as music’s forerunners (by 1965), the guys did not compromise their Pop ethos- the songs across Rubber Soul retain their cores and hallmarks. The tightness, intelligence and artiness (that came across in the album) can be applied to The Tallest Tree (and Boat). The sophistication and artistic depth that ran rampant through the album’s first half seems to have had a baring on the band. Listen to songs such as You Won’t See Me, Think for Yourself and The Word– tracks 3,4 and 5- here is a trio of taut and catchy numbers. Cooing and atmospheric vocal harmonies are backed by incredibly deep and rich compositions- the lyrics mix harsh truths, dislocated love and pure affection. Joining adult themes with traditional- and young audience-targeted themes- The Tallest Tree make sure they appeal to all ages- bringing in mature listeners and younger alike. Expanding the instrumental and lyrical parameters (of the Indie and Rock genres), The Tallest Tree display a Beatle-esque sophistication and maturity. Pushing beyond purely romantic boundaries, Boat has some ambiguity and mystery to it- Rubber Soul’s deeper and more curious moments have oblique cores. When their final album- to be recorded rather than released- Abbey Road came out, you could tell that the boys were having fun- following the turmoil that synonymised Let It Be’s torturous recording process. Hard edges and vibrant guitar sounds- that came to the fore during their self-titled L.P.- made their way onto the disc. Abbey Road saw The Beatles indulge their passion for lovely phrasing and beautiful segues; mixing various themes into a complete whole- the album is a symphonic and united effort. The Tallest Tree have a similar passion for collage sounds and variations: Boat has various colours and distinct strands; coupled tightly and authoritatively, their gift for phrasing and melody sees a weight of light and conviction come through- possessing some semblance of the ’60s legends. With similar lushness, depth and emasculate production; The Tallest Tree ensure their debut cut is as urgent and pressing as it can be- compelling the listener on multiple plains. Wistful sunniness came out in Here Comes the Sun; unity and direct messages in Come Together; recriminations and accusations in You Never Give Me Your Money– those stylistic shifts made the album such a phenomenal work. The Tallest Tree pack similarly disparate and diverse themes into their music: exploring various aspects of humanity and love, they show a restless and innovative spirit. As The Tallest Tree have Garage elements, one pertinent name (you can compare with them) is The White Stripes. Being a devoted fan- and mournful at their loss- of the U.S. (modern-day) legends- I can see that The Tallest Tree are fans as well. Jack White’s spellbinding and emotive riffs made their early work such forceful records. White Blood Cells was the first true work of genius (for the band)- Elephant perhaps was their second. It was here that White fully seduced the critical minds; brought Blues and Garage elements into powerful and simple numbers. Introducing meditations on fame and love, the songs win you over with their honesty and sheer passion- the mixture of strength and sweetness is what makes The Tallest Tree so compelling. White- when writing White Blood Cells– ensured that every number had a very distinct sound; nothing sounded tired or overly-rehearsed: making the album fresh and timelessly classic. The Tallest Tree show some of the Detroit giants’ ear for authoritative and ragged riffs; backs-against-the-wall percussion- with those delicate and sweet embers coming forth. Boat puts me in mind of tracks such as I Can’t Wait, I Can Learn and Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground: these Stripes gems married romantic and genuine middles with spiky and rushing compositions- the sparring of precise, cutting lyrics and passionate vocal turns can be seen in Boat. As The Tallest Tree instill some Grunge gravel and grumble, there are a couple of reference points: Pixies and Nirvana. The former comes out in Boat’s more squalling and raptured moments. When the guitar bays for blood; allows itself to become more rampant and lustful- it put me in mind of the band’s (Pixies) seminal work, Doolittle. The scintillation, drama and atmospherics that made Here Comes Your Man and Hey such standout cuts- I can hear suggestions of each within Boat. Minus the berserk histrionics and demented screaming, The Tallest Trees have skimmed that away- they instill that Pixies dust into their motifs; putting you in mind of the heyday (of one of the world’s finest bands). When proceedings become determined and hypnotic; when the sounds and riffs crank up the heat, it reminds me of Nevermind-era Nirvana. Cobain- being one of the world’s most underrated songwriters- was noted for his incredible range and intelligence: his songs could be honest and romantic; spiteful and direct; bizarre and disturbed. Boat mixes the bite and endless catchiness of Come As You Are; the swagger and louche tongue of Lounge Act– together with the vocal hypnotism of Polly and Something in the Way. Nevermind was lauded for its nuance and addictiveness: tunes you just hummed and sang all day long- The Tallest Tree have that same talent for infallibility. The deep textures, mood shifts and scintillation is the reformulation of Nirvana’s stunning masterpiece. It will be interesting to see if The Tallest Tree indulge Grunge territory in future E.P.s and releases- crank up the amps and investigate typical and traditional Grunge themes. A few more names I can suggest step away from Grunge and Garage elements. The Magic Numbers came to mind- when assessing the vocal harmonies and elemental sway- of Boat. When the two female vocals blend in sweet unison, I catch glimmers of The Magic Numbers’ debut album. Cuts like Long Legs and Love Me Like You capture you with their swells of vocal rushes; the insatiable charm echoes strongly- The Tallest Tree have so many more strengths. Building on The Magic Numbers’ foundations, our heroes are more obstinate and deep- the vocals more authoritative and enforced. The Tallest Tree ensure memorable hooks and repeatability mandates their sound. Whilst Romeo Stodart’s (The Magic Number’s lead) voice seems reedy and feminine, Armando’s assured and convincing delivery is much more concrete and fascinating- backed by ethereal and dexterous female tones. When Dawn and Marra let their gorgeous pipes blend together; you hear tones of The Magic Numbers’ most compelling and urgent moments- the swelling grace and shimmering beauty can be extrapolated. The Tallest Tree have more balls and fashionable movements (than The Magic Numbers)- who were criticised for being too twee and middle-aged- and make sure their music is livelier and more enriching. Perhaps a more credible and sustained name- you can draw with the band- is Noah and the Whale. The lead vocals put me in mind of Charlie Fink. Having his voice somewhere across the Atlantic, some critics saw it as an acquired taste- having no real backing and contrasting tones. Armando’s voice is more cinematic and atmospheric: it can ruminate and tenderise; it is a baritone possessed of vulnerability and fastidious longing- there are no twee and soporific moments to be found. When Noah and the Whale hit their stride- on The First Days of Spring– many found it a progressive leap forward: the band mixed openness and bleeding wounds with rich and lush sounds- the songs stepped away from insane chirpiness to provide something deeper and more enriching. The band dug into the soul and came up with a gem. The Tallest Tree are masters of mingling light and breezier oeuvre, with vulnerable moments (and signs of anger)- tying together the most potent aspects of Noah’s eponymous sophomore disc. The final two names I am going to mention are Fleetwood Mac and The Auteurs. Perhaps a lesser influence, Fleetwood’s Folk and Alternative beauty made albums such as Bare Tree such relevant early works. The first key work from the band, it saw earnest genius Spare Me a Little of Your Love so true and earnest- the conviction and low-key brilliance made that track lodge in your brain. When the group developed and launched (their masterpiece) Rumours, something incredible happened: among fractious and fighting scenes, the band managed to record a phenomenally cohesive and stunning album. The rhapsody of sarcasm and underhanded deception fused with eccentricity and diversity. It is an urgent record that leaps out of you; bowls you over with its style and panache- Boat has a similar (instant) appeal and force. That mix of anguish and cheerfulness gave Rumours such a fascinting core: it was not one-dimensional or predictable; tears and smile could be found in every song. Tracks looked at break-ups and tormented proffering- the band’s two couples were undergoing infidelity transitions and huge fall-outs- shining like diamonds, nothing outstays its welcome- its instantly redemptive harmonies and staggering compositions make Rumours such a classic. Boat- and The Tallest Tree- instill all of these properties into their house: minus the squabbles and fragmentation, the music packs so much in; seamlessly parabonds emotion and spike with something more romantic and tender. When witnessing Boat’s more ragged and low-down guitar swaggers, one song came to mind: Lenny Valentino. Taken from The Auteurs’ career-best gem Now I’m a Cowboy, Luke Haines’ distinct and sneering anthem really hits the mark- it is staggering in its immediacy. Filled with aplomb, feral intent and sexiness, that track- and album- seduced critics and fans- all bowled over by the movement and conviction (of the off-kilter and influence album). Boat sees some of Now I’m a Cowboy’s determined riffs surface in its layers- you can hear a similar majesty. Those are a few names you can investigate- if you want to see where The Tallest Tree came from. It is always a good idea to separate expectation from reality: what you are provided with has far more distinction, personality and originality than most songs out there- possessing the slightest touches of other acts.

Beginning with some tense and disciplined guitar strings, the opening coda (to Boat)  is a powerful and forceful one- the duo want the song’s urgency and sense of drive to resonate as soon as possible. Carrying a hypnotising and entrancing twang, it is backed up by enthusiastic and impassioned percussion; bass underpins it with a determined and vibrant punch. When our hero comes to the microphone, early words are delivered with a real sense of purpose and weight- his voice begins fairly structured before rushing and running through the words. The opening couplet sees the lines- “All this time for one decision/seems like an important mission“- leaving you wondering what is being referred to. Maybe ill-at-ease with his current life; anxious and displeased with his situation, the hero is determined to get away and find something new and more nourishing. The obliqueness and ambiguity finds the listener curious and teased: the duo know the real influence (of the lyrics); making the words open for interpretation and speculation. Looking at a journey (and imminent travel), the decision is being mulled over- whatever is backing this escape, our hero thinks that “this shit is just a waste of time.” With some Charlie Fink-esque vocal intonation, the voice drops slightly on “waste of time“- that disaffectednenss and resignation comes through sharply. Whether our hero is keen to shed off the skin of his current endeavours; find something away from the chaos of life- I am not sure. It put me in mind of the romance of Armando and Dawn. Perhaps Armando is stuck at home- looking for romantic satisfaction and a new lease on life- he finds someone to take him away. The initial thread of the story looks at a heavy heart- some deep thinking is being done (and decisions weighed up). The song never loses its momentum and sway; with little room for breath and audio punctuation, the lines are strung together- stream-of-consciousness in their delivery- as though the lines need to come out as soon as possible. That urgent and breathless outpouring means the song gets inside of your brain: caught up in its agendas and aims, you are helpless to resist its determination. As the compositions becomes fuller- the static and twanging core remains; the mood lightens and expands- you get more pieces of the picture. The heroine arrives with her boat- the hero states that “I got paddles.” With thoughts of transition and relocation (on his mind), the duo just need (that) “thing that rattles.” Sensing this heroine represents something new and much-needed, you are mandated to become involved with the story development: almost able to picture the micro scenes and conversations, the adventurers make their way for new lands. In a sense, the lyrics act as metaphors: our hero’s empty heart needs an engine and catalyst; his girl’s mechanical rejuvenation and fuel is spurring him on- infusing his soul with meaning and new purpose. When the verse comes to its end- and the line “hope for something great that we can all live by” is presented- the first real signs of the backing vocals come in. Marra and Dawn project- in this interval- lower and calmed introversion; matching our hero’s tired and overwhelmed bones, it takes the song to its most relaxed and calmest realms. The chorus signals rejuvenation and revitalisation: the vocal- from Armando- is more upbeat and inspired; you can detect a smile and galvanisation- that required spirit and helping hand is enforcing his passion and urgency. The backing vocals offer sweetness and heart-rending passion. Imbued with a catchiness and compulsive charm, the addictive mantra sees the trio unite in a chorus of “She’s got to take me anyway“- when the vocals are blended, the song elicits its more electrifying and rousing moment. It is curious whether that particular line signals compromise- not able to leave him behind- or a shared desire to forge new beginnings- though you can hear the resilience and light come through in the song. The compositions makes sure that the listener taps their feet and nods their head. The percussion keeps a steely and punchy head on things: it makes sure the heartbeat keeps determined and solid; that drive and constant momentum never subsides- the song pushes forward and never loses its step. The bass’s swinging and dancing strings keep the sense of occasion upbeat and firm- elliptical restitution, it perfectly segues the song into its next phase. The guitar has its soul in dimensions of Indie and Garage: stinging and vibrating; insistent and rampant, it is never too heavy-handed- it’s textured and wonderfully evocative. When a microsecond riff- showing signs of Lenny Valentino (by The Auteurs)- it made me smile. The song throws in so many unexpected and fresh notes; it is not just a straight-ahead and aimless thing. Our hero thought that it would be boring “running on the beach this morning“; he found out that “shells, they come in plastic bags.” The wordplay here is wonderful: those vivid and peculiar scenes come rushing to your mind- I got visions of a tourist shack selling bagged shells; offering the scenes of the beach- but in the comfort of indoors. Throughout, there is an element of cool detachment- in Armando’s voice- that subsides exponentially; the distinct and pressing vocal delivery does not modulate or overemphasise (like Charlie Fink)- our hero is capable of nestling sensitivity and disconcertedness in single breaths. Mystery and byzantine curiosity comes to the fore (in subsequent lines). When speaking “I’m alright, you feeling jolly?”; the vocals from our hero have a determined and strong luster: there is little smile or tell; that sense of masculine pride means he never becomes entrenched in the sentiments- giving the words a sense of irony. Speaking to the heroine, he admits: “Tell me darling, that old story/I forgot, I guess it doesn’t matter.” Backed by wordless and entranced vocal offerings- from his sweet cohorts- that Noah and the Whale composite hits new heights- the band present their own inimitable version of events. When the chorus comes back around, you can not overlook the sense of fun and care-free regard. Released from the shackles of a previous anxiety, (the trio of voices) summon up sunshine and passion: the energy and youthfulness of the chorus makes the words that much more addictive- you will be signing along by this point in the song. At the 1:30 mark, there is a slight break. The rush subsides and things become a little more temporised. The percussion clammers, clatters and elicits (some subtle and primal beats); vocal coos and chorusing see ethereal and spectral haunt enter the fray- it is a beautiful and nerve-settling presentation. Building in that sense of atmosphere and repetition, the song presents a new line: “She got me good.” The mountain peak of Boat, the full effect (of the heroine) has taken effect: With Dawn and Armando uniting in voice, they share the sentiment- their distinct tones perfectly mix and blend a myriad of different emotions. Our hero seems contended and satisfied- never succumbing to overt happiness, his pride and assuredeness comes through. Dawn’s sweet and emotive calling is addicitvely effusive and uplifting- you are caught in the midst of another gravitational pull. With that percussion smashing- intermittently- and adding staunch and rigid clout, the bass keeps an undercurrent of energy going- not as emphatic as before, it has plenty of melody, identity and character. The guitar lines are stinging and vibrating (when elicited). The mood starts to build up and up. Assessing the precipice of relief and satisfaction, the vocal-instrument parabond shifts- to give way to a delirious and rampant guitar break-down. The inflamed and compelled axe unleashes a rapturous and defiant howl- containing some of Pixies Grungy wail, it is unexpected to say the lease. Whereas bass and percussion keep levelled and measured, the guitar contorts and transforms. Sunnier and jumping strings settle with howling and stoning execrations- mixing in Garage fuzz, Grunge beasts (and ’60s Pop) into the same refrain. Before you become enthralled in the potency and conviction (of this coda), the chorus comes back into life- the sun is back out and the cheer is reinforced. Joining hand-claps and grinning smiles into the palette, the song mutates once more- the listener’s head is taken back to previous realms; trying to take in what has come before. Unable to ignore and shake off the intuitive need to lift and please, the trio ensure that the final moments are as compulsive and catchy (as the first). Marra and Dawn provide vocals: blending together the one moment; working in a round-robin the next. Our hero seems content and relaxed at least: less nervy than the initial moments, it seems that has obtained some form of relief and escape. The ambiguity and oblique lyrical style means that the story could have a parallel- something less satisfactory and storybook may be projected. It is that sense of mystery- tied with the band’s enthused and incredible delivery- that gives the song such a depth and multi-layered appeal. The Tallest Tree know the true inspiration behind Boat: I like to think of it as a moment from the husband and wife- perhaps the moment they met and the way they bonded; that alacrity and passion- that resonates- is infectious and endlessly fascinating. As the song comes to the end, you still have moments and lines circulating and prodding; vocal melodies and blends obsessing the mind- embers of bygone scenes replaying in the front of your mind.

Boat is the type of song that does not come around that often. An impressive and emphatic debut cut, The Tallest Tree are going to be a band to hold closely. A lot of music is so po-faced and serious- it is nice that something with a lot of grace and smile comes along. Never overly-cheery nor needlessly depressive, it strikes a perfect balance: the contradictions and emotional blends are what give the song a nuanced feel; you are compelled to dig deep into the lyrics- discovering what they refer to and what lies behind them. The tight performance gives Boat a clear solidity and authority: every note and vocal proffering is assured and filled with conviction- the trio never suffer fatigue throughout. Marra Koren provides some captivating and incredible support- especially on vocals- mixing splendidly with Dawn. Adding extra depth and beauty to the song, her voice is an essential contribution- increasing the level of evocativeness and sensuality, it gives the track some terrific backing. Dawn’s vocals are compulsive and memorable. Able to provide something sweet and soothing; go to strong and powerful, you cannot imagine Boat without her voice- it elevates the words and gives moments ethereal and tender bolstering. Armando’s captivating lead beautifully keeps the song fertile and engrossing. His sonorous tones give depth and meaning to the words; even when the track calls for some aloofness, he ensures that the listener is still hooked- able to inject emotion and interest in all of his thoughts. I have mentioned Noah and the Whale’s lead a few times: there are definite flecks of Fink’s enthralling and unique voice- with Armando, it is less forced and much more natural. Most singers over-project and over-sing songs; many more do not provide emotional resonance or anything truly convincing. Armando’s distinct vocal is one that has great flexibility and depth. It can portray so many emotions and sights and will be fascinating to see what it is capable of in future records. When he combines with Dawn, you capture the closeness of their relationship- that mutual understanding and bond comes through emphatically. The sound they rustle up is a fantastic and multifarious blend- it means that the public will want to hear a lot more. It is not just the vocals that stand-out, mind- the lyrics are distinct and worthy of close investigation. Too many songwriters present words that are over-simplified and cliché; a clan of songwriters too highfalutin and intellectual- both camps push listeners away to an extent. Boat has some simplicity and directness- it does things with a great ear for imagery and economy of language. Employing few different lines, an incredible amount of curiosity and scenic projection is summoned. Thanks to determined and incredible performances, each word has your mind racing- you never have a chance to switch off or become bored. When a one-line repetition is unveiled, The Tallest Tree show how impressively they can burrow a single thought (into your brain). Compositional regard is not a scant consideration- each aspect and elements adds a huge amount to the track. The percussion is austere and focused- when the song needs some levelled and tight sounds- and can shift to something more inflamed and direct. Adding plenty of kick and lust, the mixture of pleasantly upbeat (and springing) beats raises the one moment; towards the song’s final moments, you hear embers of grittier and more snarling influences- shades of Grunge and Garage come forth. Like the vocals, it will be great to see how this develops across future releases. The bass keeps everything in-check and solid: not allowing the song to become overly-energised and unfocused, it is lyrical and simple; snaking and elegant- infusing vibrant and sun-kissed melody when the song calls for it. Making sure the song is tight and focused- in spite of the shifts and moods offered- it is a fantastic and assured performance (that is by no means left in the background). The solid and honest production is quite polished and fresh- it is not too gleaming, however. The guitar notes give Boat a driving motion: in the early moments, the sound is sparse but enticing- there is a consistent energy that does not lose its head or break (from its own sense of determination). When the solo comes up, the guitar opens and swaggers- an unexpected jolt, it is a rushing and awe-struck beauty. When you put all of this together, you get a perfect blend: every part of the song is perfectly fused to elicit the biggest sense of occasion and emotion. With codas and lines (you will be singing forever), not one listener is immune to its charms and power.

The Tallest Tree are one of the most genuine and warm acts you are likely to hear- instilled with such a passion for music and people; few other musicians deserve acclaim more. They have no ill-driven motives and ideals: profitability and market share is at the back of their mind; at the precipice is the desire to connect with fans and new listeners- ensure their music resonates as strongly as humanely possible. Boat is a staggeringly emotive and beautiful song that is the bottled perfume of summer itself: soothing and sensual flavour notes mix with multifarious lights; rawer and more urgent edges provide oomph and passion- it is a creation to overwhelm, inspire and motivate. Being embryonic and newly-bred, it is always hard to see- in the case of most acts- where they are headed- you know The Tallest Tree are going to make music for as long as they can. A compendium of spirited beauty, the Dundas duo are a name that are on a lot of lips: they have received airplay in Manchester; been recipients of multiple (glowing reviews)- building a reputation in the U.K. and North America. It cannot be too long until this wave of momentum parlay into European, Australian and Asian acclaim- you wonder who can resist the allure and draw of such powerful (and evocative) music. I hope that The Tallest Tree have thoughts of an E.P.: it would be great to see the expansion and augmentation of their talents and sound exposed to some more luster and wonder. The rest of this year is going to see the duo perform gigs; interview and promote Boat– look to the future and what is holds. Capable of creating hypoxia and awed admiration; few other artists can evoke that same sort of reaction- it is clear The Tallest Tree are going to be growing and expanding in a very short time. No sooner have I absorbed (fully) the mesmerising and unshakable wonders of Reverend Moon- and his Dylan-esque parables of religion and dreams- than another Canadian treasure comes into view- you wonder just what sort of magical elixirs are put into the water there! As the thunder and lightning pervades- like a stroppy infant wanting food- I have been compelled to spin and let Boat absorb into my subconscious: a startling and fresh mission statement from one of the music world’s most intriguing and impassioned new acts. Before I let you all be, it would be incongruous to ignore one pressing subject: independent music and the most worthy acts. The Tallest Tree have gone to a lot of effort to ensure they get their name out there. Their official website is eye-catching and vibrant; informative and easy to navigate- they ensure that new listeners are treated to all the information and links (they demand). Our duo make sure that their music is as effective as possible. Mingling Garage charge and energy with simpler Folk beauty and restraint, they hustle the senses- put you in mind of some terrific legends whilst projecting an air of distinction and clear personality. The closeness of Armando and Dawn is what makes the duo such a phenomenal proposition- the love they have for one another is as solid and determined as their music. For those seeking out something different; challenging and unexpected; new and enlivening- check out this wonderful double act. Boat is the sound of musicians who want to…

MAKE your day that much better.

 

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Album Review: Reverend Moon- Coyote Gospels

 

ALBUM REVIEW:

Reverend Moon

 Coyote Gospels cover art

Coyote Gospels

9.6/10.0

 Coyote Gospels cover art

Coyote Gospels is available from:

http://arachnidiscs.bandcamp.com/album/coyote-gospels

TRACKLISTING:

Old Graves9.6/10

Reaper Man9.4

A Message For You9.5

Mary Says9.5

Satan, Hear My Song9.6

Drinking With Jesus9.7

Black Sun Rising 9.5

Resurrection Day9.7

Deeper Down9.4

God Culture9.9

Singing The Blues9.7

God Don’t Love Us (Like The Devil Does)9.6

Apocalypso 9.9

STAND-OUT CUT:

God Culture

DOWNLOAD:

Drinking With Jesus, Resurrection Day, God Culture, Singing The Blues, Apocalypso

RELEASED:

11th August, 2014

LABEL:

Aracnidiscs Recordings

ALL HYMNS WRITTEN AND COMMITTED TO TAPE BY:

THE ESTEEMED REVEREND MOON DURING WHISKEY & OPIUM INDUCED PROPHETIC VISIONS

(BETWEEN THE YEARS 1994 & 2014- AS THE SPIRIT MOVED HIM)

GENRES:

Experimental, Avant-Garde, Bluegrass, Psychedelia, Folk, Acoustic, Punk-Blues

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Instilling the genius and emphatic leadership of early-career Dylan, Reverend Moon is a startling voice in music.  Having taken 20 years to complete; Coyote Gospels offers religious themes, twisted streets, animal rulership and distorted dreams- I dare you to find a more immediate and emphatic album in today’s music.

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WHEN reviewing Australian Christian-Rock/Funk band The Updraft Imperative recently…

it seemed like there was a cartoon angel sitting on my shoulder. Guiding me to the lighter and more ecumenical side of life, I found myself becoming more enlightened and open- when reviewing their music. Not quite potent enough to convert my atheistic mind, I did at least gain some insight and wisdom; became fonder of Christian-Rock- more fascinated by Funk and hopelessly positive music. The band is gaining in stature; getting gigs and interviews through the U.K. and Australia- they are a name to watch carefully. That experience made me feel purer and more cleansed as a human being- today the cartoon devil sits on my right-hand shoulder. Waving away any spiritual and divine intervention, the pitchfork and studded hoof has gripped into my back- music with a darker flaming (inferno) heart has come to play. Before I unveil my featured act, I want to bring up one particular topic: the shadowy and more frightening side of music. In the current scene there is plenty of enticing and sweetly-uttered music; a number of acts that tread the lighter side of the street- ample music to uplift the heart and soothe fevered brows. Aside from Rock, Indie and Grunge bands, there is little of the flip side: sounds that have one eye in the gutter and one on a bottle of whiskey- something smoky and utterly compelling. This is especially true of genres like Folk and Bluegrass. Folk is- during 2014 at least- more synonymous with ethereal and romanticised movements- music that aims to entice rather than envelop. It is understandable that musicians- working in this genre- choose this path- if you frighten away your listeners, then it is pretty hard to come back. It is not to say that being unique and daring means dangerous and threatening- those that expand their ambitions (and sprinkle ashes into the melting pot) will always gain greatest plaudit. If you look at living legends such as Tom Waits: here is the example of a musician who offers cigarette-ravaged, whiskey-soaked growl- his enraptured and blitzkrieg burr has scored some of the most evocative and fascinated songs of all time. Wrapped up in that unmistakable and overpowering voice; tracks that proffer back alley losers, twisted lovers and corrupt governments reign: the U.S. master is adept at weaving phenomenal lyrics with full and strange compositions- backed by his ravaged and inflamed voice. There is little heretic and atheistic rebellion in Waits’ work: for the most part, he is the pastor of truth and knowledge- keen to guide disillusioned and confused voices towards a very comforting light. His messages may sound stark and foreboding- at times- but that is what great music should do- grab you by the scruff and makes you consider the world at large. Reverend Moon is hardly the voice of the Antichrist; nor is he the embodiment of Lucifer himself- not a twisted idol keen to push satanic themes and a proclivity-fuelled lifestyle. Mixing in religion and God; looking at faith and understanding, his music has an edge and sound that is hard to top- he mingles seedier and drunken scenes with pure reflection and consideration. Before I expand on my motives, I will introduce my featured act:

REVEREND MOON is Jakob Rehlinger of Toronto-based psychedelic space-rock band Moonwood and founder of the Arachnidiscs Recordings label. Over the past 20 years the Reverend has been slowly working on Coyote Gospels, an album of 13 songs of ersatz-praise and upside-down faith. The song cycle was born in the manger of university poetry workshops beginning in 1994. It grew into an awkward adolescence at the dawn of the millennium when Rehlinger suffered a nervous breakdown and was paid for his trouble in what he called several “dark prophecies” in the form of visions. These hallucinatory cosmic messages from beyond are recounted in the songs “A Message for You”, “Black Sun Rising” and “Old Graves” — wherein animals reclaim the Earth from humans. Since 2007 Rehlinger has been polishing these heretical-hymns and pseudo-psalms over several demo versions before setting out to record them in earnest beginning in 2012.”

It is not surprising that I find myself back in Canada: the country has been throwing some of music’s finest examples my way. Distinct and more ambitious than their U.S. neighbours, the nation is a veritable hotbed for creative wonder and diversity- from Punk-Rock and Folk, my mind has been nurtured by some phenomenal musicians. Reverend Moon’s compelling and made-for-the-big-screen background has a cinematic edge; an ember of classic literature- he seems like a Beat Generation hero making his way into music. With a personality and struggle few can comprehend or compete with; Rehlinger’s alter-ego is the sound of a vibrant and daring artist- providing a sound that is guaranteed to compel the mind. I shall move on in due course, yet need to mention a couple of different topics. Looking at Reverend Moon’s list of influences- I shall expand more on this with appropriate investigation- my eyes and mind were spiked. Drawing in the likes of Waits and Bob Dylan, you know- before you hear a note- a comparative husky and stirring voice will be elicited- lyrics that have intelligence and poetic potency; compositions with plenty of wonder; music that differs from the modern-day norm. Having been- over the last few weeks- involved with reviewing a lot of Indie, Folk and Pop bands- that have their very own styles- it is great to discover a North American treasure- a musician that draws in elements of ’60s and ’70s masters- with a very modern edge. Able to appeal and entrance multiple genres (and clans of fans), his songs look at mystical and spiritual realm; odd scenes and surreal dreams; incarnations and reincarnations- an evolutionary hegemony that sees animals taking over the world. Many may see these subjects akin to oddball antics- too detached and quirky to appeal to anyone- but the songbooks are filled with storybook wonder; fascinating and vivid scenes- new and distinct projections that are what the music world demands. If you look back at artists such as Captain Beefheart- for anyone under 40, take a look back at his back catalogue- you cannot deny how compelling and phenomenal his fever-dream and hazy psychedelia (captured your imagination)- with a voice as hypnotic as his, he is one of the most underrated acts of all-time. Music has too much conservatism and predictability: new acts do not stray too far from commercial ambitions- tending to ensure their records do not cause too much alienation. It is a real shame that acts such as Reverend Moon- theoretically; he is still making his mark- are relegated to niche and clandestine avenues- seen as alternative and unable to penetrate the mainstream. His distillation and cocktail mix of harsh life experience and spirituality (and religion) has been expounded and mastered by some of music’s most assured acts: from Dylan to (Leonard) Cohen; Neil Young to Beefheart; modern-day geniuses like Laura Marling- why are there so few current acts pushing the boundaries? Writing about love and personal relations is all admirable- it is the common experience everyone can relate to- introducing something more byzantine and reverent can go a long way- it makes songs richer, more fascinating and inspiring. Keen to differentiate himself from the musical masses; instill the same kind of wonder (the legends of old possessed)- Coyote Gospels is as intriguing and emotive as its title suggests.

Being the debut album from Reverend Moon, it is difficult to give an impression regarding development- how the artist has progressed over the years. The best thing to do is to compare- Coyote Gospels– with its author’s (Rehlinger) other projects. Being a member of groups Moonwood and Babel, the Canadian is one of the busiest and most diverse musicians in the country. Hexperience is Moonwood”s experimental highpoint- an album of improvisations and Krautrock cuts. Playing like a blissful acid trip, the album sees Captain Beefheart’s influence come in. Strange, beautiful and entrancing, the album is the most updated incarnation of the band- the peak of their combined powers. With compositions that have Prog.-Rock elements, it is a record that will appeal to fans of the genres- its fascinating sounds and collages will appeal to everyone. Filled with plenty of stunning moments, it is a break away from Reverend Moon’s Bluegrass/Folk offerings. Before then, Moonwood produced albums such as Trans Wasteland Express. This album is fuzzier and more ragged: containing red-hot Blues-Rock jams, it is less experimental; more concise and straightforward. None of the fascination and unique personality is lost. Jim’s Super Bee is a Hendrix-esque distorted mandate: echoing guitars and wailing notes marry Pink Floyd and Muse- it is a head-spinning jam that is impossible to shake. Dave’s Arrow is a determined and ragged swagger- fizzing and popping guitars make it a stand-out cut. Lizard Wizard has a different skin: more crawling and strange; the song is moody and haunted; dark and dangerous- showcasing another side to the band. Ghost Aberrations saw Jazz-infused and twisted horns come into songs like Freezone. With a mix of Charles Mingus and Kid A-era Radiohead, it (Freezone) is a dreamy and dizzying assault. The band stick in psychedelic and experimental territory; the album is more Jazz and Funk-inspired- Aubade is gentler and builds up; acoustic elements add serenity and haunt. The far-off vocals put me in mind of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon tenure- that trippy and sleep brilliance radiates through. One earlier album is Forest Ghosts. Giving early impressions into Rehlinger’s mind, it is an experimental gem. Dreamsnatchers is as evocative and delirious as the title suggests: sound samples and effects give the impression of disturbed sleep and bizarre dreams- the relentless force and eeriness get inside of your head and muddle your senses. No Past, No Future has a spectral and mordant sound: wailing and echoing cries see ghosts lurk in the woods- the creatures call and cry out for mercy. Reminding me of Yma Sumac- and her Voice of the Xtabay work- it fuses World, Mambo and Exotica threads. Moonwood is an avenue (Rehlinger can explore his experimental and far-out visions): Reverend Moon is more traditional and composed- Coyote Gospels showcases the same strong and unique vocals; the compositions vary greatly. Showcasing what a talent he is, you would not think that the same man was responsible for such a wide range of music. Like Jack White, Rehlinger is not contended to be in two acts- his third incarnation is as part of Babel. Similar to Moonwood, the band are concerned with Prog. and Experimental genres: this is emphasised in Rillingen‘s luster. Pink Floyd-esque guitars marry all shades of mood and thoughts: a heady and intoxicating blend of sound snatches, it is an epic work- one that tells so much with instruments alone. Earlier disc Zahlreiche sees the Hammerschlag series throw up huge intrigue. Hammerschalg.01 is dark and feline; creeping and contracting, it teases and hypntoises- injecting the sound of someone knocking on a door (it is a tense and shadowy work). Hammerschalg.03 recounts Asian avenues: samurai movie darkness showcases a song that could have featured in the Kill Bill trilogy- it is a track Tarantino would snap up. Perhaps with its eyes in horror films, it is dangerous and menacing; with softer moments it also provides some tenderness as well. Alphabeta is a more ‘traditional’ album in a sense: the song titles are less byzantine and weird; the compositions more Psychedelic and Blues-Rock- the sense of oddity and fascination is as high as ever. Caged is light and flowing; colourful and rushing- endlessly rushing, it has elements of Bjork’s happy and delirious Homogenic period. Dead is fuzzed and demented; robotic and rampaging- there is feedback of epic proportions. Bee is a continuous hum: an elongated and held note follows from demonised and demonically fast riffage- it is a track that has peculiarity and charm in equal measures. Given what Rehlinger has- and is still- created over the years, Coyote Gospels sees a different side to him. In a way, the album’s lyrics would fit perfectly in his other work: that same identity and mix of ethereal, spiritual and odd linger in his work. His voice seems more emotional and striking- in his current work- the compositions are more restrained but less divisive- more likely to draw in a larger number of supporters and listeners. Showcasing a huge songwriting talent, there is a definite sense of development: the work on his latest offering is as result of fastidious and impassioned hard work- it is more concrete, deep and compelling than anything he has ever created- the finest and stronger album he has produced.

When looking at similar acts, there are a few names that I can introduce. Beck may seem like a peculiar first port of call. The maverick experimentalist is renowned for his shifting sounds; that sense of pioneering spirit and restless innovation- the mutation from albums like Odelay and Morning Phase is incredible. Rehlinger’s creative brain is never contented to stick with one theme or sonic idea: like Beck, the Canadian understands the importance of mixing sounds and ideas. Perhaps more befitting of his side projects, the same glorious mixture of moods and scenes come to play. Even more experimental and psychedelic than Beck, Rehlinger’s music sees odd and unexpected sounds unite in a glorious and multifarious way- tapestries that are deep and filled with odd avenues. Part of Led Zeppelin‘s album Led Zeppelin III can be seen- within Coyote Gospels. When you look at that album’s most stirring and rousing Acoustic-Blues themes, you can see a bit of that (in Reverend Moon). Able to unveil stomp and feet-tapping jams, Coyote Gospels has plenty of early-’70s glory: you could imagine Plant and Page loving Reverend Moon. Not as overly bombastic as the legends of Rock, Coyote Gospel does contain that Zeppelin-esque mingling of Bluegrass, Folk, Acoustic and anthemic punch. Another- perhaps minor influence- I can incorporate is Neil Young. The fellow Canadian is a rightful legend: one of the most astute, impressive and staggering songwriters ever; his songs are as influential and mesmeric than any ever produced. I mention Young because of his Country sound. Reverend Moon reminds me of Young’s Harvest/Time Fades Away period. Although Time Fades Away is the representation of the zeitgeist of ’70s America, its mix of bad karma and electric attack. Like Dylan mutating- from acoustic guitar to electric- this album marked a sonic shift: the mingling of pessimistic coda and slice-of-life truths did not resonate with critics when released- it is an album that has gained acclaim and paen decades later. Coyote Gospels is equally bare and open- an album that is emotional and honest as anything out there. In the same way Young funnelled anger and rage into his palette; distanced himself from his early work- here, Rehlinger offers a sonic gem that is a step away from his Moonwood and Babel life. Continuing down the Country road, Johnny Cash is another name- that comes to my mind. Although Cash’s voice is deeper and more velvet (than Reverend Moon) his authoritative and spellbinding stomp can be seen (in Coyote Gospels). Cash’s works American IV: The Man Comes Around and America III: Solitary Man are his latter-day diamonds: mixing theological and religious messages (with introspective and heart-aching confessions), they are albums that demand deep investigation. Coyote Gospels has a comparable mixture of spiritual and ecumenical longing and consideration; personal confessions and reverence- that inimitable blend of direct and detached. Backed by tantilisingly dark and shadowy guitar chords, Cash’s black night oeuvres find themselves incarnated in Rehlinger’s current spirit. In so much as I am reminded of Nick Drake‘s Pink Moon regency- when listening to Coyote Gospels– you can find that same gentle and late night performance. Drake recorded his masterpiece over the course of a night: wracked and possessed by depression, it is a wonder it was recorded at all- the beauty and phenomenal songs that were offered are a remarkable achievement. Reverend Moon does not have that same anxious and deathly submission; the biggest comparisons come when the songs become lighter and more melodic- you can hear some of Drake’s expert finer-picking within Coyote‘s thirteen tracks. The Acoustic-cum-Folk beauty has made an impression on Reverend Moon: he blends that essence and strength in his album. One of the most obvious influences is Captain Beefheart. Having seen some of Beefheart’s lunatic and experimental brilliance (make its way into Moonwood and Babel’s cannon); Reverend Moon injects some into his debut album- the master’s early work has had an effect on him. If you look at Lick My Decals Off, Baby: that work is a refined and deep album; surreal wordplay, jagged rhythms and fervent imagination mandates that work- our Canadian hero incorporates some of the album’s stripes. Coyote Gospels has some bizarre and trippy moments; hugely imaginative and storybook themes- tied with some compelling and unexpected riffs, signature and compositions- you can hear a hint of the 1970 classic. With some of the eccentric prowess of (his finest work) Trout Mask Replica, Reverend Moon instills some of that Avant-Garde and Blues-Rock colour- there are comparisons one can make. Singalong moments, atonal melodies and jagged (and intricate) guitar parts mingle with detached complexity and disjointed surrealism. Reverend Moon’s album is less disjointed and random- his songs are more cohesive and flowing. He does instill that same adventurousness and passion: his surreal and unique poetry has elements of Trout Mask Replica’s unique and striking identity- fusing the same sort of considerations and themes. Tom Waits is an artist that has had a bearing on Reverend Moon. When songs look at God, the Devil and intoxication; you get lingers of Waits’ Mule Variations- back-streets Blues-Rock and Bluegrass ran riot in that album. Blood Money (released in 2002) sees religious imagery and tales come into play: God’s Away on Business looks at abandonment and the reliability (and truth) of religion. More elegant, refined and structured- than early work- the album’s dark and spiked tongue introduced warped characters and dialectic aphorisms- his wordplay and musical innovation reached unparalleled heights. Reverend Moon incorporates theatrical and unique stories into his work: evil and heart-aching miniatures; spiritual and poetic paens and caricatures spar with bleak, funny and unexpected contradictions- the same richness and diversity (in Blood Money) can be seen on Coyote Gospels. On Apocalypso (Coyote Gospels‘ closer) you get a real feeling of Bad As Me: that hard and pugnacious swagger; the biblical and crunching riffs; twisted and contorted sounds- you hear lingers of the title track, Satisfaction and Hell Broke Luce (sic.) here. I shall save the biggest influence for last: Bob Dylan. Rehlinger’s voice is unmistakably enforced by the U.S. legend. That same tone and sound resonates throughout: the aged and mature croon; that impassioned and distinct delivery- there is no copycatting; our hero presents his own version of events. The vocal and compositions are perhaps the most obvious comparisons- when it comes to lyrics, the two artists differ slightly. When Dylan became born-again, he explored his faith in Saved and Slow Train Coming. Whilst extolling the virtues of Christianity and God, they contained some of Dylan’s most assured and fascinating songs- the mix of religious and spiritual images was backed with deep and consistently brilliant compositions. The albums acted as exorcism, release and tribute: Dylan was renewed and inspired; keen to pay tribute to a new lease of life. Reverend Moon finds inspiration in dark visions and religious quarters: while less concerned with sermonising and protesting, it does share similarities with Dylan’s mid-career masterpiece. When Oh Mercy (released 1989) saw Dylan reconnecting with his past, critics were impressed by the arty and refined production- it was atmospheric without being unsympathetic. Reverend Moon connects with his youth, past indiscretions and harder times. Whereas the voice and compositions may put you in mind of Dylan, Coyote Gospels cannot be compared with any Dylan album too directly- in terms of themes and subject matter. It is best you judge the album on its own terms: Reverend Moon is very much his own artist, and someone who you cannot readily link to anyone else.

Old Grave begins life with springing and spiraling strings: teasing a tempting line of riparian notes, it is a spirited and upbeat start. The song looks at animals overthrowing the human population. Rehlinger’s Dylan-esque smokiness adds huge evocativeness and emotional weight to the song’s surreal and apocalyptic images. In the midst of a revolution and new order, the human population are being held down whilst they sleep; dogs and cats are pining them and physically dominating- the images one projects are quite vivid and strange, believe me. Creatures and animals are “coming down from the trees“; the animalisitc plague is infesting the towns and streets- teeth sharpened and eyes blank, there is nothing that can be done. A percussionary smash (tambourine) adds atmospheric punctuation; the endlessly swelling and persistent guitar contortion keeps the momentum flowing; the mood is edgy and urgent- enforcing the scary and foreboding forecasts. Terrified and anxious- of imminent death- our hero’s voice seems nervy and edgy: you can feel the walls closing in bit by bit. The raccoons and tree-dwellers unite with cats and dogs; balkanized against mankind, the animals first eat the “hoes and hobos“- feasting on their flesh, they go for the weakest and lowest- making their way across the street. As the rats join with the crows, the duel guitar lines- reminding me of Captain Beefheart’s most compelling compositions- increases the tension and palpable sense of destruction. Employing embers of Bob Dylan’s The Freewheelin‘- and nightmarish visions such as A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall– you are swept up in the bizarre and fascinting tale. Rabbits sit beneath shady trees; sharpening their teeths with “rusty screws” our man sings the blues- like the Titanic going down, there is nothing that can be done but play; just hope for a swift and merciful end. Judging by the engorged junkies and flesh-picked promiscuousness, there is no escape or logical end- the animals are teasing and tempting fate. Cougars ride the back of bears; the mountains are bare of their carnivorous dwellers. Our hero wants the asphalt stripped from the road and the children stuck “in a zoo“- whether representing animal enslavement or a safe haven, you feel that reality and logical fallacy has transposed things: luckily it is dreams that are being foretold- not a coming judgement day. With mouldy bones lying around; dogs “all dug from old graves“, it is a stunning and scintillating opening number- one of the most impressive starts to an album I have heard. A swaying and heel-kicking rouse brings Reaper Man into the frame. With the vocal less rushed and urgent as before, our hero takes his time and projects his words: early thoughts say “It’s not hard to read the signs/Written in neon lights.” Selling your cash for gold, prophesies are lighting up the sky- you get the feeling Reverend Moon is rallying against corporatism and modern-day consumerism; the way the world is transforming and mutating. Professing that “the end is nigh” there is the sense of a pastor preaching to the flock: warning them to renounce the proclivities of the street, the direction and passion in the vocal- and composition- cannot be denied. The reasons this is occurring; why things are unravelling is because of who you are (and where you have been)- our hero advises to clap your hands and “stomp your feet.” Howling and rapturous guitar parables interject doom-laden and end-of-the-world musings- no matter what happens, the morning will signal the apocalypse. Razor wire squalls underpin tales of Judas and Jesus; a “house in the sky” and having fun- biblical treachery and teachable moments are dispensed around a sonic whirlpool of suffocation. The bellicose chant gets stronger as the song nears its end- limbs are tumbling and our hero wants to fly; with the dawn light near, escape is on his mind- perhaps there will be no chance of survival. Ending with a psychedelic and rampaging guitar myriad, the song ends with an appropriately epic flourish- another prophecy-laden and haunting number has been unleashed. Seeking some type of cleansing and (brief) relief, A Message For You has a hopeful title. The sapling moments see lighter- but bouncy- guitar whip up a buoyant and dancing mood: our hero is determined to get his words across as potently as possible. With unmistakable embers of you-know-who enforcing the vocal delivery, you stand to attention- enraptured in that familiarity; impressed by Reverend Moon’s pressing and phenomenal sound. Not sure (if his subject will hear him), our hero has a message: not knowing what it means; it is perfectly clear. There is a sense of ambiguity and obliqueness early on: the anonymous and vague message can be blown in smoke signals; written down- its truth and clarity has not come to light. Whether a guiding light or an elemental truth, the ‘message’ seems a pertinent and relevant one- something that is backed by an atmospheric and energised backing composition. The determined and one-dimensional thought keeps pressing- “there’s only one word.” No one has heard this “joke” before; it is a byzantine and inscrutable mistress (you are keen to undress)- and see its true beauty revealed. Having not appeared on TV or radio, the mystery and fascination grows: in my mind, so many images came to the fore; perhaps a religious truth is being explored- our authour keeps his cards close to his chest. That taut and hypnotised composition expands past the half-way mark: introducing Bluegrass twang and Country kicks, it is rousing and swelling. Like Chinese whispers, the message is being passed around from person to person: more and more you believe that some ecumenical assignation or invocation is being represented- something clairvoyant or spiritual? Such a tantalising and curious song, each listener will have their own views and interpretations- only Reverend Moon know the real truth. Boinging and echoed acoustic strings mix with hand-claps; Johnny Cash-cum-Tom Waits scintillation and darkness presents itself- Mary Says boasts an intriguing and purposeful birth. Taking its mind into religious avenues- with vocals multi-tracked- we look at Mary and the baby Jesus- “everyone knows” that the baby is Joe’s. Attesting there is no God; they are trying to trick you into “playing nice.” The sense that by thinking someone is watching over you, makes you scared to act human or wrong- every movement and thought is carefully choreographed and planned. Mary has heard the prayers and praise; they have got it all wrong- the evocative and striking words get your mind working overtime. Transporting yourself into biblical scenes, the issue of reality and omnipresence is investigated: there is nobody upstairs “pulling the strings.” Few songs have trodden these themes with such an original and unexpected essence- Reverend Moon’s gift for words and story makes Mary Says a fascinating and compelling song. No one cares about the truth- that a higher order is controlling events- so “you might as well sing“- nobody is listening. A feeling of loneliness and uncertainty mixes with the nature of reality and religion. Mary is a meek and real figure: not a spiritual magician, she never turned water to wine; rose from the dead or amassed a vast kingdom- her life and situation is genuine and humble. There is a great modernity and relevance in the song. A lot of people have to struggle and deal with the limitations of life and reality: God is the antithesis of this; he is being praised without having to have endure hardship and pain. Our hero is keen to point out (that nobody is watching); you can dance and try to impress- all you are doing is projecting to an endless infinity; eternal nothingness- no spirit in the sky. From stories of God’s existence, we progress to Satan, Hear My Song. A light and gentle guitar introduction may act as a red herring- for those looking for a soothed and sensual Folk ballad may come away slightly short-changed. Subverting expectation and predictability, hints of Pink Moon Nick Drake come out. The song looks at issues (as proclivious and nonsensical) as fame and fortune. If you want to be famous, all you gotta do is “say his name“- call out and strike a deal with Nosferatu. Initial impressions lead me to believe our hero is rallying against fame-chasers and the desperately shallow- the lack of empathy in his voice certainty takes my mind that way. Morality, effort and purity are examined: our man has lived a good life- it is taking too long to get to heaven- and doesn’t think “I can make it old“- Satan will need to take his soul. The one-stop shop for the needy and tired, the dark prince is the confidante of weary souls and disaffected dreamers- any willing to forsake eternal happiness are welcomed forth. Past the 0:50 mark, the album’s most urgent and electrifying moment is elicited: a ragged and buzzing electric guitar swarm adds menace and power to the song- it fuzzes and rampages with psychedelic luster. Backed by stomping percussion, our hero’s voice entwines and contorts; layers are brought in to emphasise the sense of confusion, helplessness and compromise. Heaven is not worth the wait; there is no guarantee to be found- the sorry state of the world is always likely to cause people not to hold onto something so far-fetched. Our hero looks at the selfishness and ruination of modern youth: they steal from the future; raping the land of anything good or lasting, nothing will be left- when the meek inherit the earth. Looking at the digital age and the unconcerned public, everything is being squandered and digitalised- the good is being overlooked and a hollow and barren world is being left. Squelching and hornet guitars make the point emphatically: our hero is ready to end the strife; Satan can have his soul if he can make things better- perhaps he just wants out altogether. After parabonding with Satan, Drinking With Jesus seems to promise a flip-side. A similarly ebullient opening gets the song to life; our hero’s voice is more Country-fied and matured here- not meaning to brag or boast, he is friends with the holy ghost. Drinking his “wine-coloured blood” Satan cannot drag him down- he has Jesus backing him up. Our hero never cried when his parents died; he seems detached and unemotional- the suicidal background gives the song a haunting and disturbed twist. Making it look like a suicide, our man had a hand (in the death)- blithely unconcerned, he is untouchable. With an evil glint in his eyes, an eerie and crawling backing echo augments the terror and defiance- our hero is spiraling and damned be the consequences. Being thankful for what he has received, you sense the hero is speaking from the other side- maybe having got his comeuppance, he is reaping the rewards of eternal immunity. The epic story is the most evocative and detailed on the set: you follow the course of events and become fascinated by each development. After repenting sins and atoning, that wistful lack of concern gives the song a huge weight. When his parents were buried; the hounds of Hell released, the song’s hero was taken in- living a sheltered and disciplined life; punished and beaten in a strict and draconian school. With the central figure being found dead, our hero hit the road: unable to face the music, there is a dead girl in the trunk of his rusty car; “a lousy lay”, the wheels keep spinning- the untouchable and itinerant soul keeps pounding on. Packing the song with so many characters, scenes and twists, it is a stunning and brilliant track- a song that is an epic movie in itself. After dalliances with Jesus, Black Rising Sun cleans the slate: the uplifting and brief intro. spares no time in getting things underway. Taking us into his dreams’ landscapes, our hero saw “we’re all going to die.” In a rather bleak and frightening apparition, the mind once more errs towards apocalyptic themes. In this story, the “mother dies when the child is born“; child grows to be a man- “sells his seed and rapes the land.” With that black sun rising- a euphemism and metaphor for death and genocidal arrival- the disturbed and harsh landscape (of the song) gets inside of your brain. Ensuring that the song packs compositional clout- in addition to lyrical and vocal- a blood-rush coda snakes in: sparing no prisoners; Blues-infused and whiskey sour- a clattering chain gang rally, it is a striking sound. The portentous visions get through in under 2:30: after the epic nature of the previous number, it is a tight and focused track- that leaves you with plenty to think about. Resurrection Day perhaps offers no light and relief. On Easter, Jesus was laying “on his side“- we are back in the waters of biblical regard. Not keen to be resurrected, Jesus is lazily refusing- sullen and fatigued, there is another saviour “two doors down“- a charming and witty sentiment for sure. Wanting to pass the buck; bequeath his scars and responsibility, Jesus wants (the unnamed woman) to inherit the burden- the saviour is in a bad frame of mind. Keen to remonstrate; remind Jesus of the achievements gained- by the song’s subject- the exhausted messiah shows little interest- an exploding compositional burst ramps the song up. Jesus has moving on his mind: to destinations unknown, he wants to take in the world- almost ‘find himself’. With the highway ahead, the hirsute figure sees a world out there- cars, planes and modernity are all waiting to be seen. The crunching, catchy and stomping composition makes sure everything resonates and sticks: whether reinterpreting biblical passages or investigating modern-day responsibility and strife, it is a phenomenally fascinating number- showcasing Reverend Moon’s full potential. Deeper Down continues where the previous number left off: that insatiable and rousing kick welcomes the track in. Looking at rebirth and new life; the dying grass gives way to a “brand-new lawn.” With a distorted and grumbling backing vocal- injecting some Captain Beefheart-esque oddity- our hero looks at digging deeper down- to find something new- recycled and cliché jokes have all been told; all prayers have been exhausted- all plays have been played. There is a sense of weariness and exhaustion- everything new has been used and over-used; if you want to discover something rare and unique, you need to dig deep- the messages and lyrics can be applied to multiple situations. Perhaps musicians are not being ambitious enough; not breaking ground and making waves- if they open their mind and expand, then they can achieve clarity and uniqueness. Maybe human beings seem stifled and boring- if you want to make a change, you can do so. God Culture has a funky and intriguing opening- after some skipping strings, a low and echoed voice comes to narrate. Telling a story “2,000 years old“; the New Age girl met an older man- we all know what is being revealed. Not having a say (in what happens), the seed was planted in her soil- a witty and a little dirty, it is a stand-out thought. With a vocal that marries Beefheart’s legendary and dark croon with Johnny Cash’s velvet tones, you are hooked into proceedings. Unable to escape, Mary is trapped and confused: no immaculate conception, something darker and more violent is at heart- a seedy and unsanitary underbelly is being pulled apart. Avant-garde and crunching riffs give the song a dizzying and hypnotic feel- the track has psychedelic swathes that pulls your mind and brain in different directions. If what is in the Bible is true- the conception was immaculate; it was done right- then the truth is “some virgin’s getting raped, each and every night.” Keen to uncover the flaws in religion; uncover the plain truths and realities, the track highlights a religion that celebrates “predators and vultures.” Aside from discrimination, horrors and inequities (Christianity espouses), we are now through the Looking-Glass- Reverend Moon’s darkest fable is being told; the dark and determined voice is pouring out. Whether this is deliberate- using a different vocal sound to detach himself from the subject- or a character, you can feel the sense of hatred and anger come out- it puts me in mind of Tom Waits’ distinct and determined growl. Mixing Waits, Beefheart and Cash into a raging cauldron of judgement and hell; no one cares what happens behind closed doors- “boys will be boys” and girls will be “drunken whores.” Drinking with Jesus strikes you with its detail, length and story- God Culture overwhelms you with its brevity and effectiveness. Two contrasting sides of dark themes, I was staggered that any song could top Drinking’- it just did. Belching, groaning and drunkenly swaggering, the song is a psychotropic is an unforgettable and direct missile- it will be hard to lodge it from your consciousness. Well enmeshed into the final third, Singing The Blues arrives next- it is a lighter and unexpected turn. Our hero’s voice is relaxed and romantic: with a sweetness, he is backed by a gentle and swaying guitar. People have been signing the blues for years; since people been singing, “brothers been singing the blues“- sisters too. Stating that these people would rather be happy, it is said they don’t get to choose- the melody and vocal delivery is one of the most impressive and stirring so far. Letting his words gently sway; the song’s distinctly emotive resonance and projection makes the lyrics stand out. A subtle and tender number, our hero turns in his most emotive vocal. Looking at the father than uses all his crops; the young man “gunned down by the cops“- mothers have been singing the blues all these years. Haunting and still, you sit and let the words take you in- it is a stunning and spine-tingling song. When God Don’t Love Us (Like The Devil Does) arrives, you need a moment to clear your head- having witnessed so much; been initiated to some truly divine offerings, you wonder what could possibly come next. Deranged and pulverising beginnings give you no room for doubt- here is another kick-ass and urgent slice. Fuzzed, distorted and panicked, the compositions rushes and runs; Beefheart brilliance lingers- another song decrying the gift of God has arrived. He waits until we are in our graves- to speak to us; offer a home- when we die and are reduced to ashes; if God won’t take us “the Devil must.” After the plain-speaking and recidivism that lingered (in God Culture), our hero employs more scepticism and disillusioned truth- why would a loving God not protect us during life; only rewards us after death? The ecstatic and yelling compositional bursts add urgency and spike to events- there are a lot of people buried underground; you wonder whether they could possibly have transcended to Heaven? If God is not there- unwilling to embrace the departed- the only way is down: the Devil has a warm and fiery shelter. The message conveys a sense of harsh truth: we still have rape and war; pain and hunger- in spite of what you believe, these things go on without intervention or retribution. The reality is that “sex and drugs are all we got“- a religion with nothing but truth (and uplifting) and redemptive potential. The Devil provides contraband goodness; sexualised pleasures and temptation- all the richness and satisfaction one could hope for. Flip it against wars, terrorism, pillage and famine- are we making the right choice? Whether saying that faith- is at best- a zero-sum game; or that it is best to not pin your hopes on salvation- the song certainty wins you over. Leading us nicely into the finale, it is a tight, muscular and rebellious mandate- with a beating heart of heretical Rock ‘n’ Roll. Drawing in the most demonic and whiskey-inflamed moments of Tom Waits, the primal and terrifying Apocalypso arrives. The next door girl is introduced; with a myriad of images coming to play- foreskins, sex-smelling objects, toenails (and all manner of lasciviousness) the song has a staunch and unforgettable lust. That Beefheart-esuqe vocal- that synonymised God Culture– is the arbiter of downfall and disease; recklessly preaching about seedier avenues and twisted scenes. In this place, the TV screen’s static is a “perpetual motion machine“- the entranced and overwrought guitar wail gives the lyrics a distinct and alcoholic kick. In an Alice in Wonderland-esque delirium, the world is crumbling; the walls are flying- we are taken to San Francisco where a whore “warms the room“- the Beat Generation and beatnik hero pounds the sidewalk; ensconced by “Kamikaze moths” and the peculiar vibrancy of the surrounding. Whether the result of an acid trip; the psychedelic and Salvador Dali-esque portraits seem like the fevered last moments of the world- the apocalypse is nigh; destruction is close. Underground clubs, grunge and blind swagger are introduced (by that hypnotic and preacher voice)- with all the potency and darkness you could imagine; the howl of sex rolls with the rumble of beasts- what magic was created when they “split the atom“? The stream-of-consciousness outpouring look at city streets with “diamond dogs“; prophesying nut-jobs and roaring engines- mangers of straw and whores seem commonplace and quintessential. Religious proclivity and sexual twists conspire with crying men and broken souls; Mary’s breasts and God’s images are presented- trippy and distorted sights rampage. Country, Blues, Bluegrass and Psychedelia conspire in an epic and grandstanding finale- one of the most haunting and effecting songs you are likely to hear. In the final moments, an echoed and elongated vocal mixes with eerie calm; introducing lines from Singing The Blues, the crawled and slow-paced vocal is a wonderful and unexpected moment- you feel a sense of shiver as the song ends. After such a raw and visceral experience, you lose your breath- glad that you can reflect and escape the potency of proceedings.

It seems that every time an album arrives, the game is stepped up: something unbeatable comes along- new music is breeding some phenomenal and amazing works. Reverend Moon has released one of the most immediate and essential albums of this year- a few of the numbers are among the finest I have heard all year. Some of the numbers may put you in mind of Dylan; that is no bad thing- there is no intention to mimic or overthrow the master. What Coyote Gospels does is to instill some of Dylan’s particular moments- the anger and apocalypse of his early work; his Christianity works towards the ’80s; some of his latter-day wonder- around songs that cover a spectrum of subjects- religious truths, Satan and God; strange and weird dreams; dangerous street scenes etc. With the exception of a couple of songs (Drinking with Jesus and Apocalypso particularly) the numbers are short and concise- they get to the point and say their piece with regard for economy and brevity. The longer tracks are some of the best- Drinking With Jesus is an insanely gripping and memorable story; something destined for the big screen- a song you will be quoting endlessly. Looking at murderous avenues and disreputable evil, it grips you and haunts your soul- how many other tracks can do that? Apocalypso is the album’s intense and mesmeric swan-song: haunting and dark vocals; phenomenal and vivid scenes; beautiful unpredictability and diversions- it is the distillation of all of the album’s themes and sounds. Not everything here is heretical and anti-religion: there is positivity and spirituality to be found; the messages rally against the pitfalls and realities of Christian teachings- pointing out the shortfalls and ironies. The songs are all original and distinctly unique: no other act has presented 13 songs that sounds and play like this- I sure as hell hope that another album is coming. Like his countryman legends Neil Young and Leonard Cohen; Reverend Moon mixes an evocative and stirring voice with intelligent and witty songs- that explore love, life and religion. The early numbers- that look at animal uprising and overthrowing- are quirky and stunningly strange; unlike anything I have heard, they are filled with wonderful images. When proceedings look at death, religion and questioning; the album becomes profound and investigative- some of the most pertinent and stand-out lyrics are elicited. When that undeniably strange and Beefheart-y voice comes to play: not only are we treated to some of the legend’s eccentric and brilliant oddity shines, but the album’s finest tracks are unveiled- God Culture is one of the most direct and unforgettable songs I have been treated to for a long while. Having investigated Rehlinger’s other works, it is stunning to see the development and difference- not keen to repeat himself, this is a much more focused, muscular and impressive work. The master of sonic innovation and intrigue, there is no a flat moment or insincere thought on Coyote Gospels– it is as dangerous, imperious and wonderful as the title itself. Before I investigate Reverend Moon in closer detail, I will sum up the album- as best I can. It instills the spirits of Dylan, Young and Cohen- the masters of the ’60s and ’70s Folk movement- and rustles up comparatively deep and spellbinding songs. The sights of visions and dreams has psychedelic edges- Beefheart and Frank Zappa- and give you an insight into our hero’s haunted mind. Plenty of beauty and restraint shows its pride: Singing The Blues is a gentle and mellifluous beauty (with some unforgettable lyrics to boot). You see the tracks whizz by; the music is so fast and potent- you want to replay scenes and songs over and over. That mix of weight and huge epic grandeur is counterbalanced with some introspective and ghostly moments- the mixture is a heady and incredible fusion. Reverend Moon is a name that you need to follow now: I hope that a Facebook and Twitter account does come- give fans a chance to connect with one of music’s most potent and important warriors. Having an air of mystique and detachment, the songs have an extra layer of curiosity and meaning- you fill in the biography and details as you go along. Perhaps wanting to ensure the music does not get buried with the shallowness and unimportance of social media and ‘likes’, a rare bird has flown: one that wants the music to say everything that is needed. It would be terrific to see more work from Rehlinger; knowing that Coyote Gospels is the result of 20 years of hard graft- we may way a little longer. His voice is that which instantly grabs and mesmerises: imbued with the flair of Dylan’s croon and gravel, it has passion, energy and force to it- mobile enough to fit into a variety of scenarios and pieces. Displaying more flexibility than Dylan, so many colours and layers are evoked- making each song filled with life and meaning. The songwriting shows a clear amount of hard work and discipline. You can tell the songs aren’t tossed-off and hurried: the detail and quality of each track could only come from a writer that wants to make sure everything is as good as it could be. So many new acts are under pressure- the public want music as soon as possible- that disposability and short attention-spans have taken over- when albums like Coyote Gospels arrive, it should change people’s way of thinking. Swaggering, alluring and bomb-blast Blues compositions sit with Bluegrass rushes; Folk beauty and stillness; deranged and unsettled Psychedelia- nothing is scattershot or fragmented; it is solid and rounded. The exceptional production values bolster the vocals and compositions: everything is clear and atmospheric; no chance for misinterpretation or slenderness, the music is given proper room to shine. I was not expecting to witness an artist like Reverend Moon- I am so glad that I did. Not only am I going to be replaying the album- until Doomsday- but have been inspired to write myself. Some of the cuts provided are strong and emphatic enough to get the mind racing; compel the pen to scribble and dream- if an act can do that, then you cannot fault them. If you have not heard the splendors and brilliance of Canada’s hardest working musician- ensure that you check it out in its complete beauty.

In addition to having been introduced to something special and unique; Reverend Moon is an artist that deserves a wide and hungry audience. Having worked so tirelessly on Coyote Gospels, the time and effort has truly paid off- it is one of the most deep and emotional albums available. With a voice that mixes wisdom, maturity; passion, fear and strength it is an instrument that makes every song rich and fascinating- the weight and urgency that is directed at the listener means the tracks grip onto your brain. The songbook is full with myriad themes and sights: personal heartache and confessions; religious images and tableaux; death and mortality; bonding with Jesus and the Devil- how many other albums can you find these particular blends? That is not to say that Coyote Gospels is a heavy and angry work- the testament of a man rallying against the world and finding answers in detached realms. Reverend Moon has had a hard road to where he is now; struggled and encountered plenty of pain- his L.P.’s thirteen tracks are the writings of a human being with a distinct and intelligent musical mind. Never projecting a suffocating or smothered sensation, the music is rich and emotive; filled with plenty of light and open moments, it is the sort of album that everyone should investigate- embers of some of the ’60s finest records come to mind. With the current scene being filled with so much empty and stupefying inconsequentialness, the artists that matter most- providers of the finest music around- are not getting as much recognition and safety as they deserve- something needs to happen to ensure they do not suffer or die away. Canada is at the forefront of something quite astounding: an underrated and overlooked avenue for music, the nation is showcasing some of the world’s finest and more confounding musicians. Housing a rich and rewarding music economy- which promises rewarding links and bonds- the country is giving more than it is taking- providing the world with some truly astonishing sounds. Whereas bands- Canadian artists- like The Dirty Nil and JEEN have their own distinct and exhilarating sound, Reverend Moon stands out from the contemporaries- it is incredibly hard to compare Coyote Gospels to much else out there. Rehlinger’s mixture of heretical hymns and apocalyptic epics is a breath of fresh air for music- anything that provides such an original and unexpected reaction should be subject to mass appeal and regard. I hope that the Canadian manages to see his special blend of song translate across the ocean (to arrive in the U.K.)- there is such a gap in the market that we need more acts like him. Europe and Britain have very few artists that summon a comparable wonder- make sure you do not overlook Reverend Moon’s magnum opus. Building and being developed over the last 20 years, you would imagine his album would be over-rehearsed and overdone- what comes through is a body of work that sounds fresh, alive and of-the-moment. Being involved with Toronto Psychedelic/Space-Rock band Moonwood; Rehlinger has built a reputation throughout Canada- few people may be familiar with him in the U.K. Reverend Moon remains a little bit of an enigma- familiar and seen (in his alter-ego projects of Moonwood and Babel), the mysterious icon projects his essence and personality through his music. This review contains fewer photos and links than you may be used to; the music is the most important thing on offer, but you wonder whether Rehlinger will give the world some Facebook/Twitter insight. Coyote Gospels is an album that hits you in a number of ways: it compels you with its fascinating sounds and stories; it also makes you want to know more about the hero. Coming across as a stunningly curious figure, it would be good to think Rehlinger will bring his pastor to the U.K.- entrance and seduce the London audiences; bring his intoxicating musical potions to our stiff upper lips. Being secluded from such cosmic and spiritual scenes; trapped inside a more conservative sonic world, Reverend Moon provides a cherry bomb of heady scents and phenomenal stories. Capable of attracting lovers of Dylan, Beefheart and Cohen- the Canadian is going to hit a lot of hearts and minds. I hope that his next L.P. comes along sooner (than 20 years); that some more material comes from our hero- in the next couple of years. An itinerant and ambitious musician, Rehlinger has his creative mind in a number of places- it does not lead to diffuse attention or reduced quality. All of his creations are different and powerful- I would love to see a follow-up to Coyote Gospels. With music proffering so many false idols; beholding weak and uninspired leaders- we all need some guidance. Reverend Moon has overcome a great deal; able to instill it into some layered and fascinting music, they are tales designed to inspire the unconverted. With no boundaries, secular limitations or rigid rules, they are songs…

EVERYONE can believe in.

 

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E.P. Review: Lightknife- Bad in Love

 

E.P. REVIEW:

Lightknife

  

Bad in Love

9.3/10.0

Bad in Love is available from:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/bad-in-love-ep/id890497943

TRACKLISTING:

I Want You Back9.2/10

I’m in Love9.2

Heavy Heart9.3

Black Magic9.4

STAND-OUT CUT:

Black Magic

RELEASED:

23rd June, 2014

℗ 2014 Lightknife

GENRES:

Pop, Electro.-Pop, Alternative, Trip-Hop, Trance

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The Cornwall trio’s (spoonerism nomme de guerre) shows what a mixture and sense of style lingers within Bad in Love. Lightknife unveil a four-track cut to uplift the soul; get the dancefloors blazing- cause superfacient delight and mesmerisation- they are on the precipice of an exciting eve- a name you should watch closely in 2015. On the basis of the band’s current evidence, this summer-defining E.P. should be spun on every stereo.

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FEW people take the trouble to open their eyes…

and take a look around them. In the age we are in, eyes are cast down (and rarely make contact). Every street you walk down; you can be guaranteed that hordes of people are texting- whilst moving- without looking up- you have to jump out of their way to avoid knocking them over. Most people’s eyes are covered by sunglasses; keen to avoid human contact, the sense of detachment and impersonality is growing- humans are turning into machines by the day. It is sorrowful when technology and Internet relations take the place of real contact and life- generations are getting sucked into machines and social media; bereft of the need to forge personal bonds. It is sad that this trend is extending into the music world: a great deal of new sounds tend to cast their gaze downwards- less personality and openness is showing itself in modern music. Whether rebelling against a sense of loneliness; a feeling of anger of resentment- too many musicians are pushing themselves away from the public. When bands and acts come along- that project cheerier and more open sounds- they should be embraced and celebrated. Sometimes upbeat and energised can equate to twee and annoying- it is a difficult balance to hit upon. I am not suggesting acts need to engulf their songs in washes of electronics, samples and vocal layers- hoping that force and relentlessness leads to pure elliptical joy- that can often come across as cloying and overly-eager. A lot of modern Pop suffers because of this; a great deal of songs are threadbare and minor- the compositions, vocals and lyrics are not strong enough to bond disparate bands of music worshipers. If you consider mainstream Pop and the examples on offer: how many artists do you relate and listen to? Personally, I find that very few- modern Pop acts- really strike a chord. There is just something missing from their artistry and attack. If you have a grand voice and sense of adventure, then you can avoid some of the Pop folly pitfalls- few current artists are capable of sticking in the consciousness. A lot of times the music they play is aimed at the young and pre-teen audience- those that do not possess a huge music knowledge; are distracted by shiny and hollow things; not mature and smart enough to embrace ‘real’ music. The genre is always going to pervade and grow- shameful as it is- because there is a market out there. It is true that this type of music pulls the listener in- and does not hide- yet the most effective form of the genre is Electro.-Pop and Alternative. These sub-genres are cultures that are breeding some of music’s most exciting and promising acts. If you hear the reception the likes of Foxes and NoNoNo- both female acts- have garnered, it is enough to make you blush. Their music- and albums- are chocked full of inspiring and summer-ready codas; insatiable and deliriously catchy songs- they contain plenty of heart and emotion. Electro.-Pop is not just synonymous with rush and movement- intelligence, depth and sensitivity bring as much to the party as emphatically-charged swagger. Before I delve into this subject in a bit more depth, let me introduce my featured act:

Rosie Vanier

Lee ‘Pixie’ Matthews

Bubs Taylor

It’s ready to go and boy has it been worth the wait. Rosie Vanier’s new electro pop project Lightknife is kicking off, bringing a vocal spectrum which ranges from sugar-plum fairy to the attitude of ESG. Rosie brings an energy to the stage which is sure to get the crowd moving. Her space age synth combined with the deep rich bass lines and pounding drum beats from bassist Pixie and drummer Bubs Taylor, the trio create a buzz and an atmosphere which will hook you in an instant. New songs, a fresh energy and the release of their Debut E.P. Bad In Love, this is a band you will want to follow. Come have a dance, tell your friends and find out where they’ll be popping up next.

London Grammar and La Roux are two of this country’s finest Pop and Electro.-Pop acts. The reason they are so lauded is because of their mixtures of emotion and fun. London Grammar’s album If You Wait showcased Hannah Reid’s amazing and distinct voice; eleven tracks that demonstrated what a force they are. Each number is packed with mesmerising electronics and samples; vivid and emotional stories; incredibly evocative swathes of light and lust- the songs perhaps have more emotion than you would expect; everything is kept compelling due to Reid’s staggering pipes. La Roux has just unveiled Trouble in Paradise– showing why the genre is such a potent and important style of music. Critics have been raving about the self-assured nature of the album; how mature and fantastic the songwriting is- elevating diary scribbling into an elegant and high art-form. The album is filled with incredible tracks; emotive singing contrasts with tight and solid electronics- there is tragedy and pain to be found, yet everything is uplifted with light and a redemptive heart. Commentators noticed how lush and full the songs are; how the singer has grown in stature and confident- her latest album is the proud voice of one of the U.K.’s most important artists. This is what music needs: acts that project outwards and bring the listener into their mind- do not look at the concrete and check their text messages. Although acts like London Grammar and La Roux provide semblances of depression and heartache, there is ample beauty and hopefulness- the abiding message is adversity over pain. Lightknife- with their delightful spoonerism of a name- are a distinct act that are following in the golden footsteps of the likes of La Roux and her contemporaries. What makes them such an arresting act, is their mix of older and new sounds. I will investigate this more later; the sensation you get from their music is of a hungry and ambitious young group- that want to entrance and compel everyone that hears their songs. Lead by Rosie Vanier, the beguiling and stunning lead has an emotive voice that adds fizz, pizzazz, beauty and captivation into the music- each number mandates you to repeat it over and over (to get the full impression). Backed by wonderfully rich and spellbound compositions, the band are sure to have a long future- they are an act that have few comparables. Plenty of young and new Electro.-Pop/Contemporary artists come off a bit short: something about their music sounds jaded and impersonal. The mixture of male and female genetics; the commingling of beautiful allure and staunch conviction makes Lightknife so strong- that diversity and range comes through in their dizzying music. I am a fan of male-lead and male-only Electro.-Pop acts, yet find more to recommend when they are female-fronted- the vocals are more impassioned and more convincing; the heartache more compelling and open. The band has been recording for a couple of years now (and have grown in stature and talent)- Bad in Love is the vivid sound of one of best up-and-coming British Electro. acts. Hailing from the climbs of Cornwall- somewhat under-subscribed and populated when it comes to new music- they are one of the south’s most promising bands. Whether it is their proximity to London- being a fair few miles away- or the freshness of their career; the three-piece are deserving of a much wider and diverse audience- I am sure it will be a matter of time before they achieve their rightful acclaim. With so many nauseated and saccharine Pop acts pulling in top dollar; almost as many Electro. acts falling by the wayside- you would do well to embrace and study an act that are so much more distinct and illustrious than anything out there.

Being that this is the band’s mist defined and fully realised work, it is hard to hark back and provide retrospective investigation. It is a brave move to release an E.P. so soon in a career: the band are a treasured commodity in Cornwall, yet have lesser relevance farther afield. Although Vanier has performed in London and made a name for herself, her new moniker is less synonymous among the cosmopolitan clans of the nation’s capital. Most bands- faced with the daunting prospect of obtaining creative avarice- would meekly present a single or cover version- try to garner some muted feedback and test the waters. I always love the braveness and boldness of the nation’s finest: those that have an innate confidence in their ideologies and intuitions. Lightknife are no cut-and-past rank-and-file band; throwing together songs with no regard for quality and appeal. The quartet of tracks on Bad in Love sounds well-rehearsed and honed: there is enough breathing room for fun; yet a professional and astute solidity defines their music. It is clear that Lightknife have a passion for music and performing: the urgency and headiness that shines in their tunes is one of their biggest marketable points. For that reason, Bad in Love is the sound of a band keen to show the world what they have- flex their smile and muscles to prove a point; show just how fervent and honed they are. The tight and unflinching energy that they pervade is equalled by few acts; their flair and passion makes all of their tracks so indelible and tantalising. Vanier’s gorgeously rich and evocative voice is a the quintessential weapon- the songs come across as deeply personal and utterly important. With an ear for style and substance (over numbers and length), the band ensure that the E.P. is controlled and disciplined- leaving the listener wanting more (after the final notes). The best way to judge the band is on their current output- rather than yearn back and see how they have risen/fallen. There is so much going on in modern music- new bands appear by the week- so it is apt to draw lines with what is being offered in 2014. Aside from Electro.-Pop forerunners like Say Lou Lou, La Roux and James Blake, the trio separate themselves from obvious comparison: their songs are distinctly their own whilst their sound incorporates darker and more primal underlings; emotive and sweet-natured profferings- insatiable and dexterous energy. There is till too much immaturity and lack of focus among new bands: songs tend to err too closely to primary school levels of literacy and intelligence- Lightknife have the ability to mix grown-up and mature themes with teenage concerns; ensure that everything sounds original and stirring- allowing no loose notes or weak lyrics to mar their potency.

Being such a new and distinct act, it is not fair to lump musicians like Lightknife in with others. For those looking for a guide or frame of reference, I could offer a few names- to give you an indication of who inspires the band; where some of their sounds originate. Two initial names I will offer is Shakespeares Sister and Goldfrapp. Scoring high on the trio’s influence-o-meter, the diverse acts are rightful legends. In so much as Vanier elicits some of Siobhan Fahey (Shakespeares Sister’s lead) and Alison Goldfrapp’s sense of quirkiness and individuality; that honesty and lack of fear- when it comes to emoting. Shakespeares Sister’s Hormonally Yours (released in 1992) sees Fahey’s deep and near-masculine vocal give life and huge conviction to her songs. Lightknife have an element of this in their music: Vanier’s voice is one that is beyond easy comparison- her unique and striking voice has character and vitality; able to define and augment everything she sings. Imbued with a sense of drama- yet no melodrama- she can marry bouncy and resilient with flawless Pop moments. Whilst the band do not turn out anything like Stay or Goodbye Cruel Word, they ensure that every song is instant and engaging- there is not a number that passes you by or does not entice. Goldfrapp’s Black Cherry is the best source of reference- when ascribing Lightknife’s current movements. That album- from Goldfrapp- moved towards a mixture of retro and modern Electro.-Pop music- the results are splendid. Vanier lets her personality shine and come through- it is one of the most impressive facets. Able to switch between cool hauter and alluring seduction, it mingles beautifully within twisted and distorted synthesisers- animatistic and primal at times. Goldfrapp take in a lot of ’80s influences like Gary Glitter: they mix bygone sounds with very modern and fresh elements. Lightknife build on this principle: drawing past masters into their palette, their aural assault is enough to impress chill-out fans and classic Electro. acolytes- just like early-career Goldfrapp did. If you are looking for something a little more contemporary, then Britney Spears and Kylie Minogue (may be pertinent starting blocks). In moments of Bad in Love, you catch glimmers of Spears’ distinctive growl and kittenish purr- Vanier is capable of whipping up such a huge amount of sexuality and womanly luster; able to switch to something more calmed and sweet when required. Spears may have left her best work behind her, but it is clear her music has had an effect on the Cornwall Siren- her voice needs no Auto-Tune or processing- that delicious and insatiable voice is all her own; the naturalness and distinction makes the music so much more convincing. Minogue is a name that sprung to mind. Embers of Light Years/Fever-era Kylie came to my ears. The shiny mix of classic disco and modern-day Electro. made songs like Spinning Around and Your Disco Needs You such stand-out cuts; gorgeous Dance music mingles with effervescence and perfectionist songwriting. There is no syrup or inconsistency; each song from Lightknife has commercial appeal and does not drop a step- it marries the youthfulness and glory of Minogue’s early days; tying it to the passion and quality of her ‘comeback years’ output. Instilled with more maturity and lyrical quality than Minogue- and her factory of contributors- I cannot help but to mention Massive Attack. Their fearless and pioneering mix of synthesiser, electronics and Trip-Hop prowess defined them as one of the most important bands of the ’90s. If you look at Mezzanine– the best album since their career-defining Blue Lines– that albums possessed fuzzy guitars; eerie atmospherics and classics destined for the clubs and beaches of the word. The band managed to fuse light and dark elements; there is distorted bass and singular intentions; memorable tunes and a seemless blend of low-tech come-down (and rampant flame-out blazers). Lightknife similarly pack a range of emotional clout into their music: the production is excellent and superb- the compositions packed with menace-cum-enlightening beauty. Blues Lines contained bold, symphonic and grand textures; songs that look at loss and disconnection- the songs inspire creative bursts; the language and vocals pour out colours; the mantra-like (and repetitive) codas motivate the mind. Whilst not up to the faultless genius of the 1991 masterpiece, Lightknife create songs that bond upbeat and moving dancefloor jams with scene-stealing vocal highlights- mixing a myriad of genres and touches into a defined and taut collection. Two contrasting names I will throw in are Kate Bush and The Kills. There is a whisper of Bush’s unique eccentricity and personality in Vanier’s vocals. She has that same girlish and child-like curiosity in her voice; able to prick the heart with her crystalline and delicate gift; summon a masculine burst of raw energy- cover such an emotional spectrum with as few notes as possible. Bush’s phrasing and delivery gave extra layers and nuance to her tracks; Vanier has her own inimitable and distinct ideal: she makes sure her words are never boring or meagre; the life and lust she gives to them makes sure they burrow into your consciousness. That ethereal and spectral beauty- Bush defined- can be found on tracks across Bad in Love. If you look at the U.S.-U.K. duo The Kills, that grit and Blues undertone can be seen in Lightknife. The Cornwall band are capable of minimalist and monochromatic sexiness and introspection: among their colourful tapestries; foot-stomp, sexy-as-f*** beats mingle with sass. The band accompany Vanier’s glitter-cum-dirty vocal allure with some springy and bomb-laden electronics and guitars. Albums like Midnight Boom contained passion and plenty of style: an album more concerned with conviction- as opposed to cool- it is the band’s most varied and wild album- with such a range of emotions and sounds, it fuses Punk, Blues and Pop into the blend. A few more names I want to mention are Moloko, Marina and the Diamonds and No Doubt. All quite unique and different, Lightknife instill an essence of each into their make-up. No Doubt’s party spirit and hell-yeah conjecture shines in Bad in Love. The energy and rush the band summoned in Rock Steady can be applied to Lightknife. No Doubt broke out of their prison: summoned a hook-laden and tight Pop record- something unique and adventurous came through. Credibly mixing Dance, New-Wave and Pop, the album is unpretentious and mainstream-ready- qualities that Lightknife project. Vanier has a semblance of Stefani’s imploring and come-to-the-party voice: less Californian and Americanized, it has a British passion that implores the listener to lose themselves in the majesty of the music. That sense of pride and fun made Marina and the Diamonds (and Moloko) such quality acts. The Family Jewels (from Marina’) saw savviness and discernible maturity coexist with considered and well-defined methodology. Like Marina and the Diamonds, Lightknife expertly update and introduce ’80s Pop and Dance; late-’90s Rock with some distinct and personal lyrics- wrapped in a bright and uplifting skin of song. Moloko’s swing and seductive sway was highlighted in I Am Not a Doctor: an entertaining and delirious collection that marries wit with emotion. Wonderfully blending musicianship quality with vocal freedom and effortless, the record was a step up for the band- it appealed to the clubbers of Ibiza in addition to the laid-back musos of London. Lightknife have a similar inter-continental strength and sense of quality: their music is fun and alive without losing the importance of maturity and restrain. Before I move on, I want to end with two particular names: Soft Cell and La Roux. Soft Cell are idols of the band. If you look at Non-Step Ecstatic Dancing: the album is packed with energy and endless movement- quite a mesmerising and appealing prospect for a young band. Soft Cell’s early work was defined by chilled and icy beats; rushing and insistent moments- bolstered by Almond’s charming and insatiable vocal. Lightknife elicit some of the band’s grandeur and potential: their latest offerings see them carve out modern-day Dance classics- minus the lasciviousness and plaintive edges. The best modern-day proponent of Electro.-Pop is La Roux. Her diary entry tracks let us into the heart and mind of a fascinating songwriter: self-assured and eminently influential, the crackling and fizz-bombing delivery sees her songs of heartache come alive and resonate; her most startling and feisty mandates lodge into your brain- the combinations and mixtures are intoxicating and wonderfully realised. Lightknife know the importance of these components and considerations: energetic and spirited vocals are nobly supported by deep, devilish and pushing compositions- making their songs as rounded and impressive as any out there. Of course, you should not compare the band (directly) with anyone else. They make music designed to be new and fresh; unexpected and vital- that is exactly what is achieved in Bad in Love.

The virginal moments of Bad in Love arrives with a dizzying and infectiously hypnotised coda of electronics. Punching a Morse Code of temerity, the burbling and firecracker embers spark the song into life- the Faraday cage on which proceedings are ensconced. I Want You Back– in no way will it put you in mind of the Jackson 5 equivalent- then evolves into a roaring and stumbling beast: a primal pounding of percussions permeates the light; bonding with the elliptical refrain, the two fuse into a symphonic- and oddly harmonious whole- mixing elements of ’90s Hip and Trip-Hop with of-the-minute Dance vibes. The electronic backing- spiralling and gleefully grinning- has the sound of a video game soundtrack: with its retro skin and helpless charm, it provides a fascinating counterpart to the rambunctious and unshakable drums- clouding the mind and unnerving the senses (with its psychotropic intent.) When our heroine does arrive in the fray, she provides some measure and calm- although her voice has an element of bold proclamation. Stating that the rules have been changed- the game has developed. She wants her man back- whatever has led to the initial sensation is not weighing on her mind- our heroine wants to invoke a romantic dispensationalism; get things back on firm ground. With a resonating tone of Britney Spears- the finest cuts from her self-titled album come to mind- the vocal is empowered and determined. Sans any form of manipulation, our heroine is not going to be messed around: whatever the tongue-wagging masses thing, it will not detract from her goals- the wisdom of crowds does not apply here. Backed by an invigorated and meteorological downpour of a back-beat, a tattooed and rebellious kick is swung in- bolstering and jostling for attention. It doesn’t matter what the people say; whether this decision is sagacious or naive- this is going to happen. Showing no signs of pusillanimity, our heroine’s voice rises in the chorus- quasi-operatic, the serene and ethereal rise is impassioned and hot-bloodied. A woman who knows what she wants, these desires are augmented and emphasised by her band mates: the primitive and smash-and-grab percussion acts like a continuous lightning storm- you imagine Vanier standing in the rain, volumizing her mandate like a bellicose slogan. There is biological division- among the listener- when presented with the sonic blends.  Your heart stays with the heroine; rooting for her and following her plight. Your mind and feet are directed towards the trouncing backing- rousing your body in motion, it is an avalanching and Stone Age smash. With its soul rooted on the dancefloors of the country; the soundtrack to beach parties and late-night get-togethers; the seminal festivals and events- the song is a potent and insatiable brew that never desists. The lyrics suffer no ambiguity or lack of clarity: our heroine wants her man, as he is “everything I need“- nothing has changed in that respect. Whether she is swallowing her pride or negating the minor indiscretions of their past life, her renewed faith and lust is infectious- the vocal is a riot of licentiousness. The chorus gets you singing along in unison- its simplicity and effectiveness means it will be chanted and repeated in locations across the land. That ’90s U.S. Pop-cum-modern-day Electro. vocal is imbued with as much power and kinetic energy as you can imagine- few other vocalists are able to summon a comparable strength and directness. Repeated with intention- ensuring her man knows how meaningful she is- that chorus comes play to play- building momentum with each spin. The track may not be able to recruit those uninitiated to the genres (being represented): the sheer pace and fervency of I Want You Back will win over the most unmotivated of listener- its fresh and current sound will be snapped up by Dance aficionados. Perhaps having expended all her energy and focus on getting her message across, the final moments are a string of chorus reappraisals- the brevity and economy of language means the song is not bloated or pretentious; it is lean and sharp. Being a bigger followers of Grunge, Indie, Desert-Rock and such, if someone had described the track, I may have briddled- perhaps clicked my tongue and thrown my head back in derision. The emphatic mix of beauty, passion and raw sexuality is hard to ignore or shrug aside: by the final stages, it is amplified and mutated. The composition comes to shine- in the winter moments- offering up a ragged and rage-induced clatter of notes and beats- representing the inner burning and sense of longing. Having been intoxicated by the insane catchiness of the chorus, your mind is diverted- not for too long- to the urgency and motoring swagger of the outro.- something that dies down to a splutter in the last seconds. I’m in Love begins its course with a similar projection to its predecessor: up-swinging electronics are designed to evoke movement and energy right from the off- embodying unrepentant joy and positivity, it is a whirlpool of multifarious lights and sights (something that does not starkly uncouple itself from I Want You Back). Perhaps the logical next chapter, the song sees the relationship solidified and consecrated- our heroine’s mind is more rested and satisfied. Vanier is walking around in a daze; her feet not touching the ground, there is a definite feeling of spiritual levitation. Perhaps having struggled to find a suitable paramour, the relief and cool-edged vocal has a measure of caution- perhaps something deeper has not completely quelled doubts. Our heroine is “so amazed that I’m understood“; whomever her man is, he has acted as a redemptive and medicinal force- balming wounds and easing heartache. Paying tribute to her boy- pushing any hesitations to the back- the vocal expands and opens up: breezier and more jubilant than before, the delighted and upbeat voice puts me in mind of acts such as Kylie Minogue, Kate Bush and No Doubt. Vanier pick ‘n’ mix of breathy sensuality, girlish and sweet sigh and full-powered soulfulness gives the track a deep and layered feel- every note is natural and subjugated; she is free to move in the composition. Less foreboding and dominant than previous, it acts as a supportive hand- lifting the foreground and ensuring that trepidation does not creep into proceedings. When the chorus comes, that proud and thankful stun makes it voice heard- there is no sarcasm or ingeunine spirit; there is pure satisfaction at work. Maybe some of the chorus’ words get a little buried in the mix; it does not cause any devaluation at all- the pure strength of the projection wins you over. When our heroine finds herself “floating around“, you helplessly imagine a tranquil and blithe spirit: someone entranced in the grip of a romance- anyone trying to find any cracks or cynicism may go away disappointed. With that authoritative mix of early-career Minogue; dashes of classic Pop and Electro.-Pop figures, the song has a gender-blind appeal- it is aimed at a universal and ubiquitous market of fans; not just for the girls. When the delirium and enrapturement of the chorus subsides, the atmosphere does not diminish. Replacing outright energy with a more focused central vocal, our heroine calls out to the world (or perhaps her man). Asking whether she is being seen and heard- you sense it is intended for her current sweetheart. Perhaps not taken seriously in the past- leading you to believe is a continuation of the opening salvo- she is firm and authoritative. Wanting to be an equal partner (and not the object of deceit), the mood introverts and darkens slightly- seriousness and intent make sure the words are firmly understood (and hit home). The stern missive does not last too long: before you know it, the chorus swings back around- the band showcase how a strong and indelible chorus can elevate a song to giddy heights. Genetically infusing smokes of legendary Pop and Electro. acts- into a very fresh and modern body- you get a track that has a definite mobility. Able to succeed on the dance-floors and clubs; capable of seducing sweaty stereos driving down sun-drenched highways, it sunny disposition means its appeal and charm do not tire- I can imagine the song is (or soon will be) a live favourite. After the jubilation and satisfaction of I’m in Love; Heavy Heart would lead you to believe that the smile may soon fade- the opening mandate certainly differs from its forefathers. The electronics and synthesised sounds are darker and more moody- throbbing and sorrowful, a grand swathe of charcoal velvet presides over events- bringing to mind the likes of Soft Cell and Massive Attack. Whereas the first two tracks got underway with an explosion of rush and intention, here there is more consideration for pace and emotion- the composition dims and quietens; it rises and comes back for more- that unnerving and unpredictable sense of drama takes your mind in all sorts of directions. With the kind of tribalistic pound- Blues Lines-era Massive Attack would snatch up- the electricity levels reach unpalpable levels. When our heroine comes into the song, her voice is more reserved and deep in thought- the E.P. starts to play out like a conceptual piece. Assumingly representing the same hero- as featured in the opening numbers- the relationship has taken a turn for the worse: walking away from a fall-out and fraught moment, it seems that cracks are starting to appear. Whether repairable or not, the heroine sounds more emotional and fragile than before- the effects and aftershocks are shaking her soul to the core. Her man said that he could live without her love; resentful that she has to “start again“, the romantic odometer has been reset- perhaps the intransigent stubbornness of events means there is no way back. It seems like her man is at fault: unwilling to fight or explain things, an ultimatum and irreversible gauntlet has been thrown down- our heroine is walking the street; her mind a maze of what-ifs and confusions. In spite of the upsetting series of events, the vocal does not allow itself to wallow in grief: displaying that legendary prowess and belt, Vanier shows just how strong and unflappable she can be- when gripped in the regal emotions of music. The composition has an interchangeable and evolving drive: when scoring fractious and mordant realms, it is appropriately petrichor and suffocating; when the chorus brings some lighter elements, the sonics energie and rejuvenate- a myriad of fizzes and rushing electronics. Our heroine builds her voice in a chorus of “oh oh oh“s- stating that (her man) knows the truth, she is at the negotiating table- trying to hash out some sort of compromise, she does not want this thing to end so soon. Despite what has come before, the heroine is alive with a brand-new heart: perhaps the blame should be put squarely on the shoulders (of her boy). The circumstances of the break-up are not explained or highlighted: needing to rest and build her life back up, the passionate energy keeps the song buoyant and gripping- Vanier showcases how much lung power she has when rising (in the chorus). Letting her distinct and unwavering vocal potency allure and overpower, the composition matches its essence and incandescence. Just as the song’s sense of restraint and balance becomes untenable, the high-aiming waterfall is drained into a calmed reservoir- the intro’s burbling electronics come back into play. It acts as a brief and sprite parable; aimed as a chance to take a deep breath- from under the harsh and deathly waters- the kaleidoscopic hornets nest (fuzzing) electronics return- with that striking and stirring chorus in tow. Explaining that it’s “always you“; you wonder whether that means (the man) puts himself first; or whether our heroine will think of no one else- you get the impression that her guy should not walk away. Perhaps there is chance for mediation and rebirth; the love seems too concrete and entrenched (to capitulate so readily). There is no such thing as ‘true love’; there is such a thing as noble and honest love- our heroine is in the fevered grip of a mass of contradictions. Having once more grabbed your attentions- with the composition, passionate vocal and honest lyrics- the E.P. begins to intrigue on two different plains. On the one hand, the songs get better and more assured; the motifs more fascinating and rounded- leaving you salivating by the swan-song. On the other hand, there is a clear and developing story-line: from the initial come-hither seduction call, it progresses to full-blown passion and delirium; transforming into something more fragmented and battling- the scars start to show, but there are still chinks of light and possibility. How your thoughts and guided depends on what the intro. to Black Magic sounds like. Giving the listener no time to evaluate, our heroine’s voice is clear and sharp: wordless rises replace sonic threads- her voice acts like an instrument that crackles and bubbles; rises and falls; putting a sense of mystery right into the track. It seems the soul will be cleansed and restored after all- this black magic is something not to be feared. In bed- with her man lying next to her- he is doing “what you do“; normally the subject of daydreams, her fantasies are being realised- it didn’t seem possible up until this point. The track has a curious and detailed mixture of sounds and (possible influences). Those essences of mid-career Britney Spears have weight in some of the vocals; the rushing and heady composition takes in the likes of Moloko and Goldfrapp- current examples The Klaxons are in there. With words that have half a mind in diary pages; half in the vitality and unrehearsed rush of the heart- the lyrics mingle simple pleas with more descriptive and evocative scenes. It is said that the lovers cast a spell (on one another): that is the real nature of black magic- something intangible but very real. The composition chugs and rifles: the electronic machine dances and stomps; twirling a whirling dervish, the conjoining of brooding undertones (with merriment highs) is endlessly fascinating- it is perhaps one of the most well-rounded compositions on the E.P. It is clear that the passion felt is very engaging and direct; in the back of her mind our heroine has some swings and lows. She tells us that “I’m up and then I’m down“- one day she feels young and inspired; the next aged and sad. Her heart is spinning around thoughts; sitting in the dark, the euphemism for love is causing contrasting and conflicting feelings- not everything is as rosy and perfect as it could be. That said, the enthusiastic and unerring delivery keeps everything elementary and upbeat- even during the most introverted moments, the power of the song does not loosen. Incapable of insouciance, our heroine knows who she wants- and exactly what she wants to achieve. Imploring her man to “lay down next to me“; the pace contracts slightly- the vocal come more into play to emphasise the meaningfulness and seductiveness of the words. Tease and succinct talent mean that verses are kept brief and to-the-point: having laid down her impressions, the chorus swirls and pours down- the sharp shower returns to take you mind into the sky. Additive and compelling, the track steals the highest honour- it is the perfect way to end the E.P. As the final moments present themselves, you speculate as to whether the relationship fully resolved itself; if complete satisfaction was obtained- maybe we will see it continued in the next release? Having encountered such a heady rush of an E.P., you are left to piece the pieces together- I hope that the heroine was happy and contended by the very end. I adore the way the songs each have their own story within them: following the plot-line from the (tentative and alluring) beginnings, we come full-circle- with her man in her arms, the relationship should work; it will require compromise and patience. Having packed so many strands, sounds, genres and themes into four songs, you find yourself amazed at how confident and ripe the band are- few other new acts are capable of producing an early work with so much conviction and professional authority.

Quite a lot to take in and reflect on- when listening to Bad in Love. From the initial notes- the first whispers of the band (and their music)- you are grabbed in and pulled asunder- your brain and body is entrapped in a delighted rictus of immobility. Such is the sheer force and perpetual motion elicited, the tracks do their bidding with expeditious accuracy. Barely wasting a word or note, the quartet of songs are dispensed with in a terrific flurry of bonhomie, passion and inner-vision longings- by the final notes of Black Magic, your mind seeks more (from Lightknife). The spellbinding effect is created due to a number of different reasons. Each of the four songs is tight and focused- they clock in at several minutes; never outstay their welcome- are imbued with such a complete and emphatic performance that (if they would longer) it would ruin their appeal. The choruses are infectious, endlessly catchy and memorable- I am still singing the chorus from I Want You Back! The songs do tend to be chorus-heavy: they are reintroduced and repeated in order to summon the greatest sonic effect- burrow few words into the brain; creating minaret scenes and distilled wonder. The transitory verses pack plenty of clout; making the brain race and imagine, the lyrics are vivid and heart-aching- at times- enthralled and delighted the next. Never succumbing to naivety or infantile offerings, it is a compelling and impressive songbook. Before I applaud the trio themselves, it is worth noting the songs- and the styles of music they fall under. Lightknife have created an E.P. which improves with each fresh number- the opening salvo is strong and instant; the songs then open up and expand; become more evocative and atmospheric as they go on. This neat trick is tantamount to a stroke of brilliance by the band: if this quality consideration had been transposed- if the tracklisting were reorganised- a disjointed and weaker collection would have been provided. Playing out like a concept/story, you follow our heroine (and her man) as they embark upon love; see it fall- before picking things up and finishing concessionary solace. If you are not a fan of insistently upbeat and energetic compositions, you may seek out something more reserved and demure- the unquenchable drive and pace may not instantly hook every listener. Bad in Love is an E.P. that will hit a certain percentage- upon the initial surveyance- reveal its beauty and full potential to others- when the disc is repeated a few more times. Proffering faultless love, impassioned and delighted happiness; jilted and anxious recrimination and discombobulated anger- the quartet of gems deserves wider regard and study. Being more inclined towards the likes of Queens of the Stone Age and Radiohead, Lightknife marked a bit of a departure for me- their particular blend of Electro.-Pop and Alternative has made me rethink things (and broaden my regards). There are touches of Pop queens such as Britney Spears in certain parts: whether you are a fan or not, Rosie Vanier’s original and heart-breakingly pure voice will convert you- make you fall in love with it. It is the genre-splicing and cross-pollination that perhaps impresses most. I have mentioned some sources of influences- in an early paragraph- and each name comes to the fore (in some form). The bounding and primeval beats (and dangerous electronics) Massive Attack perfected- during their regency- lingers in (the E.P.’s tracks) to give the music a dark and edgy brood. Mixing classic ’90s Dance with modern-day Trance, the compositions see swelling and cinematic snatches infusing with symphonic and demonic beat-downs. Unconnected acts like Soft Cell and No Doubt see their essence instilled within the numbers: that hard-hitting and stirring Disco/Electro. concoction is as prevalent as good-time and upbeat party swing- the tracks are uniformly capable of getting each listener to their feet to show their appreciation of the beats. With an entrancing and multifarious voice that marries Shakespeares Sister, Kylie Minogue, La Roux and Alison Mosshart- you have a cornucopia and multi-coloured lead. The lyrics offer plenty of relatable and personable themes: most of the listener can relate to our heroine’s plight; the very real and open nature of the words mean the tracks attract your thoughts on an emotional base- the fear and dread that unfolds in some moments is truly stunning. Let me conclude (this section) by focusing on the trio themselves. Bubs Taylor and Lee ‘Pixie’ Matthews have a London Grammar-esque role- backing the female lead with some suitably stunning compositions. Unlike the in vogue trio, Lightknife’s sonic innovators have more at their disposal- a greater ear for melody, emotion and sheer wonder. London Grammar are more inward and introspective; Lightknife more overt- it may be an unfair comparison. What Matthews and Taylor do is to ensure that the central stories are transcribed with the utmost attention to detail- the amount of sound and quality they pack into each number is to be commended. Capable of mastering and owning genres- as distant as ’80s Electro., ’90s U.S.-Pop and Bristolian Trip-Hop- there is no maverick cut-and-paste infusion- every sound and layer comes from astute and hugely knowledgeable musicians. The sympatico they share; the vibrancy they throw into the boiling pot- it gives Bad in Love‘s tales of love-against-the-odds entries a feeling of grandeur and touching honesty. Most Electro.-Pop artists tend to stick with a quite rigid and formulaic set of tracks- the overall sound tends to be less adventurous and surprising as one would expect. Matthews and Taylor are going to be innovative minds to watch- how Lightknife expand and develop may rest on their shoulders. Providing the brotherly spirit- to Vanier’s heroine-elect- they are responsible for projecting the mood and sound of the song- I hope that future Lightknife releases will see their bold and instinctive approach reap rewards. Before I get to my conclusion, I cannot overlook the voice of the Cornwall trio: Rosie Vanier. Possessed of a stunning and rare beauty, her voice matches this entrancing allure and grace. She is a singer whose voice never rests or settles on a particular idea: girlish and vulnerable at some avenues, it can transmogrify into the sound of a soulful woman- that vast and impressive shift happens over the course of a few seconds. Evoking memories of vocalists (as diverse as) Kylie Minogue and Siobhan Fahey, the real headline comes when Vanier unleashes her personality- that is the most distinctive and impressive aspects of the E.P. Music that lacks a singer’s personality is a pointless excercise: those that can put as much as themselves into music are those that elicit the greatest results. Each song on Bad in Love is unflinchingly and undeniably the thoughts and sound of Rosie Vanier: her strong and passionate soul makes every note and utterance sound so urgent and direct. The lyrics and ideas put forth have an air of familiarity to them- themes of love and break-up are staples of music and have been represented comprehensively. The way to distinguish yourself (from the hordes of fellow songwriters) is to put your own stamp on these topics- provide the listener something new and personal. With few clichés or over-emotive lyrics, you feel as though you are reading the journal of our heroine: being given front row access to her innermost confessions and doubts- being offered insight into one of this country’s potential stars. How the trio combine and unite lends their songs such a weight and conviction: the performances are tight and familial; the intuition and understanding (they have for each other) solidifies and galvanises the music- there is no weak link in the chain at all. It is no shock the band are so noted- in the live arena- and capable of seducing audiences wherever they go- their bond and uniformity is what makes them names to watch incredibly closely. With 2015 looming large, critics and publications will be looking around- seeking out their ’10 Acts to Watch’ and so forth. A lot of Indie and Rock acts will make their way there; with the likes of La Roux making Electro.-Pop so utterly compelling, eyes will cast around for up-and-coming genre representatives. For anyone looking for songs that provide fun and frivolity; deep-seated anxiety and doubts; strong and redemptive cores- the young and ambitious Cornwall trio are more than up to the task.

Music is a funny and inscrutable mistress- sometimes she is hot and heavy; other days she blows cold. I shall not get into risqué and lewd avenues, but she is very much like a lover: when they are aloof and argumentative, you want to retreat and get away; when passionate and instep you want to embrace and love them. Music seems to change moods and intentions every week- sometimes you hear nothing of any note come through; others there is a myriad and tidal wave of quality. Lightknife have not been hiding in the undergrowth, but the media have been a little remiss- their name deserves to be out there in the ether for thorough investigation. Rosie Vanier is one of the most arresting and down-to-earth musicians around; her voice is that which fuses delightful and angelic sweetness; plenty of attitude and tough punch; some alluring and seductive whispers too. Belying her tender years, the songwriting is instilled with maturity and ripe creativity- her inner-most recesses and profferings are those that instantly connect with the listener. Providing colour, emotion and serious weight are her comrades Lee ‘Pixie’ Matthews and Bubs Taylor- musical brothers that are perfectly in-tune with our heroine. The three-piece have been rocking, pleasuring and hypnotising audiences around Cornwall- local audiences have been entranced and joyed to see the band in the live arena. Bad in Love is the band’s embryonic effort, and an E.P. that should give them motivation and guidance- they have the talent and ammunition to turn in an L.P. (in the future). The four tracks on Bad in Love are so tight and studied; red-hot and beautiful; cherry-red and ice-cool- colourful and emotive songs that paint a stunning portrait. The bond between the band cements their music’s reputation and excellent- you know that nothing can come between the close and tightly-knit friends. I am going to try my hardest to get other reviewers and sources talking about Lightknife- ensuring that their E.P.’s good name is spread and shared as far as possible. I have a built-in barometer- when it comes to a musician’s potential- and can forecast just how far they can get. Most acts have little potential to break through their home barriers (and progress into the mainstream). With the likes of La Roux and James Blake showing just how strong, deep and stunning Electro.-Pop can be- acts like Lightknife are deserving of fonder investigation. It is a genre which has no prejudices or rules; it embraces and welcomes all listeners- providing messages, missives and masses of fun sound. Plenty of depth and emotion resonates in its skin; that heartbreak and pride shines bright- with the days getting warmer, it is the perfect music to enjoy and spin. Before I wrap up- I’m sure there are some rolling eyes- I just want to focus on the trio themselves: the Cornwall clan are swimming and drinking in the scenic pleasures of the county- its gorgeous panoramic sights; the warm and loyal crowds; the characterful and unique streets. Unsurprisingly, they have a huge live reputation: fans across social media are paying tribute to just how tight and assured the group are. This will translate well among the crowds throughout the U.K.- Lightknife should brace themselves for a busy and itinerant future. There may be an element of circumscript regard- at the moment- yet it will be a matter of months before the band are in the midst of an explosion: when more ears become enamoured of their music, the guys will see themselves in demand. It is no faint praise to say the trio are one of the most exciting new bands I have heard in 2014- I have heard A LOT of new acts- so they should be very pleased. Few groups have such confidence in their songs; immune from criticism and speculation, they are soundtracks and mini-epic scores- to accompany your summer sojourns. Vanier has previously made splashes up in the capital- at Madame Jojo’s in Soho included- and unleashed her intoxicating breaths into the clouded smoke of London. A band will only gain a legacy and foothold if they are given appropriate support and backing- this is where you all come in. I am loathed to make big statements and bold proclamations: the group are going to be big business in the coming years. They have marshalled their talent and honed their unique and stylish sound- sure to inspire legions of new acts coming through. If you- like me- are tired of the anonymity of street pedestrians; aggrieved by their lack of eye contact; yearn for something more personal and human- music is your safest option. Take your head out of your iPhones; cast your thoughts aside (from social media) and get back to grassroots music appreciation. Cornwall has unveiled a precious and gleaming gem: their name is Lightknife and…

THEY are wucking fonderful.

 

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http://www.lightknifeband.com/

Facebook:

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http://www.last.fm/music/Lightknife

iTunes:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/artist/lightknife/id427710348

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E.P. Review: Braver than Fiction- King of Crows

 E.P. REVIEW:

Braver than Fiction

King of Crows 

9.5/10.0

Three of  King of Crows tracks are available from:

http://braverthanfiction.bandcamp.com/

TRACKLISTING:

King of Crows (Live)- 9.3/10

Candle-blind (Live)- 9.4

Mr. Jones (Fear of Falling) (Live)- 9.5

Once Bitten, Twice Shy (Live)-  9.6

STAND-OUT CUT:

Once Bitten, Twice Shy (Live)

RECORDED AT:

Yellow Arch Studios, Sheffield

ALL SONGS BY:

Mel Lampro

PERFORMED BY:

Braver than Fiction

GENRES:

Folk, Blues-Rock, Alternative, Soul

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Limited editions of their E.P.s are selling like very hot cakes. It not hard to see why Braver than Fiction are in such demand: King of Crows is a phenomenal work from one of the steel city’s most startling new bands. This is music designed to amaze and seduce- why deny yourself the pleasure?

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MY featured band impressed me hugely…

when I got in touch with them a week ago. I need to bring up a music-related point, but will address one key issue: online representation. It is a debate point I have flung around like a tattered feather bower: this will not be the last time I will be raising it- so many bands are culpable of a sin of omission. The best way to promote your music; get the fans into your tent; ensure you are shared and adored- is to get your online pages sorted and cemented. By this, I mean having a full and thorough visibility. Too many new bands- being a little naive and ill-equipped- tend to come onto the scene with a basic Facebook page: perhaps a few social media sites are covered- as a whole- there is scant to see and witness. Most people- reading this- may feel that it is no big deal: who cares if the media output is sparse- so long as the music is top quality? In addition to the music not always being that good, you need to make sure people can find you- there is no point in being fantastic if you are borderline-anonymous. Too much compartmentalisation and self-regard mandates and defines Facebook– few people share bands and music beyond their own borders. With this in mind, bands need to utilise the Internet fully- get their name spread across it as far and wide. Braver than Fiction understand this vital component: their official site is one of the most impressive I have seen; detailed and eye-catching it gives you everything you could possibly desire- offering a lot more outside of this. They have Facebook, Twitter, SoundCloud and Bandcamp pages- meaning their music is available in multiple destinations- plus plenty of other sites. If you need to be kept abreast of tours dates; new goings-on- then you have no chance of missing out. Music is a hugely competitive and cut-throat business: if you show signs of weakness or effortlessness, then you will be crushed and spat out. Our band show some keen sight and clear ambition: their music is even more startling than their online portfolio. Hailing from Yorkshire- I swear I’ll stop reviewing the county some day- it is not a shock that another gem has been thrown up- most of the U.K.’s finest acts come from these parts. Before I raise my final point, let me introduce the band to you:

Mel(Vocals)

Adam(Bass)

Jason(Keyboards)

Paul(Drums)

Martin(Guitar)

We choose not to haemorrhage every note we conceive across the wonderful world of social media but, we do have an insatiable predilection for playing live, at every possible opportunity. In search of a faithful echo to reflect this passion, we challenged ourselves to record all four tracks for our first EP live, on the same day. If you are looking for a recording that has been picked apart and scoured to death in production you are going to be disappointed. Aside from some minimal but entirely necessary tweaks, this is an authentic portrayal of how Braver than Fiction actually sound – up close and personal. We hope that you enjoy it and that you will be encouraged to venture out to one of our gigs and support the live scene!

“So who is this sturdy-legged bunch of troubadours from the damp, industrial north of England? Braver than Fiction formed as a studio (that really means living room) project in the summer of 2013 and quickly recorded their debut track, “Your Little Fantasy” which they duly uploaded to t’interwebs and wandered off to have a pie. Until Paul’s arrival, Adam had enjoyed the lofty position of ‘tallest band member’ which actually meant that he was the one who’s oxygen levels usually returned to normal the fastest after hiking his bass and amp’ up eight flights of steps to Braver than Fiction’s rehearsal room. To be fair, he could take on more than one step at a time though. Maybe it’s because he’s so tall and his bass is so far away from his face that has made Adam so dexterously brilliant a musician (honestly, he’s got music degrees and everything); it’s a long way down to check what your fingers are doing so it’s best to make sure you are really, really good – then you don’t have to try to keep looking at your hands. What is more, Adam’s just as good on guitar as well as bass. So is Paul and…guess what? So is Braver than Fiction’s keyboard player, Jason (who is also of an adequately, manly physique and thus, does not have to struggle to change a light bulb). In fact, all of the band can play more than one instrument with varying degrees of skill but nevertheless, competently enough. It’s not a circus though (well, not all of the time) and most of the band stick with playing just one instrument at a time – even the multi-talented Jason, the ‘Rick Wakeman of Barnsley’ (he works in Barnsley – it’s a long story) and who is not only not from Sheffield but is from deep, down in the mysterious south-west of England. Nevertheless, the band still needs a guitarist and that’s where Martin, the newest victim arrival to Braver than Fiction’s line-up, comes in! Having recently satisfied the band’s ‘unofficial’ multi-instrumentalist and height criteria, Martin (who is also a professional measurer-upper) quickly fitted in with the rest of the Braver than Fiction members, augmenting their sound with both his electric and acoustic guitar savoir-faire. He’s another interloper though – Sheffield-based now, Martin has spent a good deal of his life in Hull but has not absorbed the accent and annunciates his H’s perfectly. As the principal songwriter and lead vocalist with the band, Mel’s passionate and sometimes downright disconcerting lyrics coupled with her distinctive, husky delivery are unquestionably a significant component of Braver than Fiction’s instantly recognisable sound. Even though she is a classically-trained musician, as Mel is dyslexic, dyscalculic and synesthetic she favours a more abstract approach to her craft. She can often be found waving her arms around, illustrating musical concepts in terms of kaleidoscopic, cross-sensory metaphors to the rest of Braver than Fiction; they deal with it. So as different as they all are, this mad mix should probably not work but nevertheless, does work and it is obviously working bloody well. Braver than Fiction’s swift inclusion onto the playlists of radio and venue DJs worldwide, strong social media following and clear love of live music have given them a great start and 2014 is looking to be a phenomenal year for this outstanding band. The unholy fusion of Braver than Fiction’s members’ diverse industry backgrounds, individual creative influences and musical styles is undoubtedly the fuel that fires their unique sound and has everybody who hears them talking! Together, they enjoy a wealth of experience and Mel’s collection of hats has been known to cause a stir, as well. However, the way that this collective works on any of their compositions, each according to their singular flair but simultaneously in synch, reveals a fascinatingly organic process. Comparisons have been drawn with the grotesque glamour of Tom Waits and the dysfunctional ‘family’ of Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours incarnation but, Braver than Fiction are still evolving. Although ‘alternative rock’ seems to be the closest genre fit, this extraordinary band continues to resist being pressed into any kind of predictable musical mould – for now…”

Braver than Fiction are a fascinating band indeed. Lovers of live music, Beatles vinyl, Japanese horror films and pasty-eating- they are a group with ounces of personality and appeal. Having a universal charm and huge sense of ambition, they have already won over quite a few hearts. The release of King of Crows is likely to see the band rise to prominence and get their names fully out there- it is a collection that is packed with marvellous sounds and lyrics. The title itself beckons images of darker themes and evocative images: with the likes of Tom Waits, Soundgarden and The Libertines counting as idols (and inspiration), the music they provide is a tantalising mix of ’70s Folk, U.S. Blues-Rock and British Indie. Idols and influences are an important factor- when it comes to forging your own sound- and can go a long way to determining its overall quality: the best artists and bands that have ever come have been inspired by the greatest names before them. I shall go into more depth about the subject below- detailing Braver than Fiction’s sources of inspiration- but I find that few new acts are taking the trouble to delve back into music- taking their minds back in time and explore something unexpected and unique. A lot of new artists lazily comb around the current scene- whatever artists are making waves, that tends to enforce their drive and direction. Braver than Fiction have a clear love for some of the most tantalising music of the past: melting rare and beautiful combinations, their sounds are among the most unexpected and golden around- few bands project such an originality and sense of intrigue. You do not have to replicate other acts and artists- in order to distinguish yourself- but there is so much that has come before- expand your horizons and allow music’s true wonder to hit you. Before I move on, I will finish up on this point. Too few new musicians tend to go the extra mile: ensure that every part of their name and music is as compelling and possible. It may sound a little unfair; we are still seeing loads of new bands and solo acts come through- sounding very much like others that came before. This year- above all else- has stuck in my mind because of the quality new musicians are providing- it is a shame that there are still quite a few artists that fall short. The only way you are going to thrive and inspire is to impress from the off- not leave anything to chance or circumstance. Braver than Fiction understand the essentialness of this point: the passion and purpose that their music promotes is enough to win over the most cold-hearted and resilient. It is probably apt that I get down to business..

Your Little Fantasy is the band’s previous song- a number they are very proud of indeed. Released back in October of last year, it is a confident and compelling insight (into Mel Lampro’s songwriting mind). It is a very different-sounding beast- to the work they are producing now- which makes their development that much more impressive. Here, we begin with Folk-tinged and rushing strings. Kicking up a hell of a jam, Led Zeppelin III‘s Folk moments blend with an impressively tight and compelling band performance. Lampro’s vocal is direct and determined. It has a consistency and drive- matching the dimension of the composition- that brings her words to life. Shades of The Bends-era Radiohead see punchy and taut percussive notes back some vivid and distinct oupoutings. Lampro’s huge talent for words stands out along the track. The lyrics are sharp and evocative: looking at the song’s heroine, she hides her sting behind her “honey mouth.” Whilst she wears a new colour and shade (every day)- trapping men into her web- she “hides razors in her hair.” The song looks at a two-faced woman who has her fun; gets her way- before backstabbing and double-crossing. Most modern songwriters would fill similar songs with less eye for detail: Lampro’s words bring scenes to life; her choice of topics and images are mesmerising and heady- it is an emphatic and impressive cut from the band. It is perhaps the lyrics that stand out most- on Your Little Fantasy. The biggest development one can see- on their newest work- is a fuller and more nourished sound. The lyrics are perhaps even more impressive- if you can believe it. Lampro incorporates more vulnerability and tenderness here- the anxiety and fear is projected inwards on King of Crows. Once Bitten, Twice Shy sees the vocals more powerful and full- imbued with soulful regalness, they are incredibly captivating and urgent. Few would have expected quite a transformation and evolution from our heroine- her lungs open; her pipes seduce in a riot of beauty and sensuality. The song looks at a breaking relationship; the duo fight to get along- the track sees Blues-Rock notes mingle with Soul, Folk and Jazz cores- it is one of the band’s most impressively alluring and memorable numbers. The great live feeling of the E.P. brings the songs to life: their modern music has a greater sense of atmosphere and directness- you would swear you are right there in the studio as the tracks are being laid down. With Candle-blind’s impressive, byzantine (and mysterious words) burrowing into your brain, another sexy and seductive diamond is discovered. My Jones (Fear of Falling) has harder edges and hurried vocals: the projection is more flowing and rushed- a certain feeling of lust throughout. Euphemism and licking-lipped lines see our heroine direct to Mr. Jones: wanting to have him three times a day, he is what the doctor ordered. The band have come on leaps and bounds since last year- it may be unfair to say as Your Little Fantasy is just one song. As impressive and wonderful as their beginnings were, King of Crows sees the five-piece step up their game and really come into their own. I adore the sound that they have cemented and perfected: songs are more rounded and captivating; your mind is transported somewhere special and safe. The band is very much coming into their own in 2014- I wonder just what they have in store for the coming year. You can hear the confidence and assuredeness in their tracks; the performances are incredibly detailed and tight- the words cannot be compared to any others out there; special and distinct as they are.

This is usually the juncture where I compare a band (or artist to other acts)- today it is going to be very hard to that. Fewer more original acts have come to my attentions; the band manage to summon up their very particular blend of music. Commentators have pointed to the music’s timelessness; the ageless and wordly beauty of the messages poured forth- the incredible performances and nuanced compositions. In that sense, Braver than Fiction cannot really be linked with anyone else. In their newer work- throughout the E.P.- there is a great amount of soulfulness and heart to be found. The first comparison I would levy is towards Aretha Franklin. It may sound like a peculiar name (to mention)- when assessing an Indie-Rock/Blues-Rock bands (with Folk edges). The lush and sensual vocals- tied to powerful and blood rush sonics- put me in mind of the Soul queen. The way Lampro’s voice captivates and powers through the songs- a definite essence of Franklin’s voice comes in. Our heroine has adapted it and instilled her particular stamp; providing a more raw and sensual sense of atmopshere- it is one of the most distinct and striking facets the band have at their disposal. It is noit just the vocals- that put me in mind of Franklin- the lyrics have a similar emotive and open nature. Aretha Franklin’s early-’70s cuts- Call Me, Don’t Play That Song (You Lied), Day Dreaming etc.- come to my thoughts: the shivering and entranced feeling one gets- when hearing the tracks- takes your breath away. Franklin is a mistress of dreaminess, reflection and Funk-ladden emotion. When she brought our her pen- to testament her struggles and feelings- some of her most empowered and vulnerable sentiments poured forth. Lampro’s talent for elegance, poetry and evocative songwriting can be compared to Franklin’s early work- our heroine has the potential to be a huge future Soul icon. Franklin infused groove and Funk-inspired touches to her music: giving it a fuller body and sense of momentum, her intoxicating compositions captivated a generation of listeners. Braver than Fiction has an affection for Funk and grooving jams: although their songs look at romance and feelings of upheaval, they ensure that their music is as developed, layered and energised as they can- swelling your heart and making your body move in the process. Some people have compared the band with Tom Waits; his glamour and grotesque blend- cementing his reputation as one of the world’s greatest songwriters- can certainly be seen in Braver than Fiction’s work. It would be a stretch to compare Waits’ gravelled and whiskey-gargling pipes with that of the Sheffield band- that WOULD take a hell of a talent- yet the lyrics and music contain some of Waits’ magic. His early albums like Blue Valentine signalled a stylistic shift- previous albums were compounded by a focused and rigid personality. Blue Valentine introduced a Blues-orientated feel; expounding barroom philosophy, Waits looked at the crawling underbelly of the city- examining the crawlers and creeps; he also looks at love and fracturing. Gorgeously tender moments mixed with swampy, down-low zings- Braver than Fiction has a similarly packed and impressive audio palette. Our heroine’s songbook draws in a range of odd avenues and disreputable types- wrapped up in her stunning and unwavering voice. When Waits presented Swordfishtrombones (in 1983), he infused more horns and brass sections. Whilst Braver than Fiction do not inject as many Jazz and symphonic touches into their music, Waits’ mid-career gem saw surreal and byzantine stories pervade- taking the listener to some unexpected and peculiar climbs. Like Waits, Braver than Fiction can trade dirty blues tirade (and vivid lyrics) with ravaged vocals and gorgeous melodies- throw in some unexpected time signatures and uniquely quirky instrumental touches, and you can hear 1983 Waits in Braver than Fiction (throughout the tracks of King of Crows). I am a huge fan of Waits’ current work- Bad as Me– that showcases a more turbocharged and poisoned tongue- themes of war and governmental screw-jobs define the disc. Game-changing, focused and badass, the album is raucous and ragged- it would be fascinating to see whether future B.T.F. become more gin-soaked and disaffected. Such is the mobility and evolution of their music, I wouldn’t put it past them. British influence arrives in the form of Fleetwood Mac (I know they are part-American; hang semantics). Reviewers have noted how the discontented ‘marriage’ of Fleetwood shines; their civil war one-upmanship spats come through in Braver’s music. Although our band are solid and immovable, they ellict some of Rumour’s magic. That album employed tattered and anxious love songs; splendidly honest and uninhibited proffering- the quality of the music was never surpassed by the band. King of Crows showcases that unbeatable combination of dysfunction and unity- music that looks at fragmentation and on-the-rocks endings; beautiful and brotherly uplift. The band Acoustic-Folk-cum-Alternative sounds have inspired Braver than Fiction: with a gift for full and evocative compositions, the Sheffield troupe are masters of enthralling and deep soundscapes- that demand repeated listens and a dedicated ear. When Lampro allows her voice to combine sweetness and rawer sexuality, she evokes the spirits of Stevie Nicks and Christine McVie- the former’s feline and intoxicating prowess; the latter’s more sensual and delicate projections (are embodied in Lampro’s wide and ranging pipes). She can summon up blues majesty and triumph; distill Fleetwood Mac’s most memorable moments- whilst presenting them in a very special and unexpected way. Led Zeppelin can be detected in the band’s music. That timelessness is something that defines Zeppelin’s body of work- they are a band that will never go without fans and adoring followers. Robert Plant’s soulfulness and lion-roared vocals made albums like Led Zeppelin III such works of genius- mixing Folk with Blues-Rock, I can detect some of this in Braver than Fiction. When they allow the guitar to wail and swagger, you detect hints of Tangerine, Celebration Day and Gallows Pole. Plant’s knack of mixing baroque, surreal and mystical themes- into cohesive and inspiring songs- is updated by Braver than Fiction. Their songs are as capable of expounding the virtues of love and loyalty; comfortable when stepping into mysterious realms and scenes- encapsulated in a riot of staggering sounds. The final trio of names I will introduce is Laura Marling, Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell. Notable for their lyrical genius, these three artists cover a wide spectrum of genres, decades and moods. Marling’s poetic and intelligent themes have anger and accusation at heart; a sense of loneliness and longing- the way she employs her words (and shows her feelings) is her most impressive weapon. Cohen’s darker intellect scored scenes of depression, death and ageing- that distinctive croon made every one of his words urgent and unforgettable. Mitchell’s intoxicating and wonderous wordplay (and lyrical genius) marked her out as one of the most impressive singer-songwriters of all-time- her legacy has not dimmed or diminished. Braver than Fiction’s songs marry intellectual and well-considered tales; vibrant and stark moments; phenomenal scenes and stand-out lines. The band is evolving (and hard to pigeon-hole): their music is near-impossible to compare with too many others. Such is their sense of individuation and emancipation, that you catch the most fleeting whiffs of others. That said, the above are a pretty good overview and guide- if you have any of these acts in your record collection, then add Braver than Fiction to it.

The title track is the first taste of King of Crows. With a ghostly and cackling crow cry, there is an atmospheric and eerie opening few seconds- you are transported to a desolate and haunting scene; just you and the beady-eyed stare of the feathered enemies. After a male voice interjects “I’ve got the king of crows“- in a stirring and emphatic belt- the song tumbles underway: soulful and jazzy keys flirt and roll; the introduction has a merriment and uplifting dance to it- the listener is offered solace and relief after frightening beginnings. Changing the song’s course- in a few seconds- it is a fantastic twist that subverts expectation and peaks your fascination. Backed by a tomahawk percussive slam, the delirious coda gets into your mind- before our heroine steps to the mic. Her voice is dead-ahead and determined- there is anxiety on her mind and she has some burden to unload. Stating that there are troubles on her mind; issues and problems weighing her down like “stones in my pocket“, you get an instant sense that our young lead has had to tolerate and balance quite a lot- her mind is wracked and fatigued by demands and emotions. Dragged down to a paranoia ocean, I got the impression that maybe love was being looked at: perhaps her man has caused her to doubt his loyalty and honesty- this in turn has caused our heroine to question and turn-over events. The angst and strain of the opening exchanges is made lighter by the lustful and excited composition- it acts as a ballast and makes things sound oddly chipper. Everything that was held firm; all beliefs and convictions are now “dead in the water“- torpedoed and sunk without a trace. Our lead keeps her cards close to chest: not revealing whether romantic heartache is at the fore- or general woes- the listener is left to imagine and theorise. I get the feeling that a key event has triggered this wave of outpouring- it has compelled words that point towards an unsure and confused mind. The emotion and crack- there is a brief second where you could swear she gets a catch in her throat- starts to permeate towards the 1:00 marker. Back in the kitchen with another glass of wine- the sound effect of a dropped glass is a nice touch- provides evocative detail: whatever problems are being tackled, this is not the first time that they have occurred. If you examine it physiologically or detached, you come to the same conclusion: our heroine has encountered her share of sorrow and pain. Wondering how long it is going to last “this time“, the rousing pace- the vocal keeps firm and fast-paced- lends an air of desperation to proceedings. Not content to play games- with her suitor- she has nothing to lose. It seems that her boy has been toying with her brain; filling it with lies and woe, it has come to a climax- there is no way she is going to walk in “dead man’s shoes.” Having already relegated her man from her thoughts, our heroine is upping and leaving- walking away from a situation that is creating nothing but grief. There is no need for a messiah or divine light: the “mystic mojo” she possess is all hers- and has never steered her wrong. Whether an intuition or sexual weapon, she needs no help or guidance- her mind is made and she has plans afoot. With the king of crows by her, she can do no wrong. Whether a literal crow- or a euphemism for a better man- I am not too sure. The ball park-themed organ dizziness is superseded by a rampant and strung-out electric guitar parable: weaving, contorting and baying for flesh, it introduces some Blues-Rock and Alternative energy into proceedings- seeing the song change course once more. Captured by the spirited and authoritative line, the listener is stood to attention- wondering just what the song will be offering next. When back at the mic., our heroine seems more firm and resilient- her cryptic words paint some vivid possibilities. Seeing her man’s hand, we are in the poker realm: bluffing and trying to keep a straight face, her honey can “walk away a winner.” It is the singer that will be crowned the winner: her disreputable and no-good man has destroyed too much; reduced her kingdom to a dust- the mighty edifice has been dissolved into a state of disrepair. Seeking answers at the bottom of the bottle, our heroine is washing her hands- keen to eradicate the memory of her sweetheart. The infectiousness of the chorus- that distinct organ line tied with some chorused vocals- gives the song a redemptive and infused ending- by the final notes you feel that things will work out just fine. With the king of crows on her side, a better life awaits. Candle-blind comes up next- it intrigues right from the off. Building from a few seconds of silence; finger-clicking sway welcomes the song in. Laid-back and Jazz-influenced, the opening moments mingle smooth and luxurious organ seductions with astute and disciplined percussive beats- joined with tender guitar notes. Our heroine is more serene and teasing here: her voice is relaxed but smoky; captivating and emotive- bringing her words fully to life. Showing her flair and talent for striking words, Lampro’s fingers are “stained like old tattoos/Of every word I scored for you.” Not only incredible opening words; there is a sense of mystery and obliqueness to the lines- you wonder just what is being referred to. The sense of wonder and grand emotion never desist; when words such as “Bright of eye and dark of wing” are unfurled, that repressed and shadowy feel come over; mystique and ambiguity presents itself- you are left to imagine the truth behind the words. I felt that love was being looked at again: maybe a man is not quite as fascinating and impressive as once thought- causing words that look at pain and deathly hallows. The beauty of the lyrics- on this track- are their lack of directness- the likes of Cohen and Dylan would be proud of the poetic nature of Candle-blind. Guitar and organ are back in the agenda: the former stands out front and rallies with intention- manful and enforcing, it fires a rifle-load of concrete and Blues-edged grit into the track. A gorgeous reminder of Stevie Nicks (and even Janis Joplin) come into play: when singing “Faking for a living thing/Shadows of my carrion king“, a gravelled and musty (cigarette-ravaged) sound projects- far sexier and more Teutonic than you would imagine. Quite a rare and beautiful sound, the smoky and desirable vocal sound draws you closer- as you investigate the story unfolding. With her tones lighter, our heroine has her screaming bones picked; wanting someone to “Clean this criminal debris“- an ocean of images flood to mind. Whether enraptured in the gravity of a sorrowful situation; conquered by the unforgiving situation of life; a shadow of herself, you are enticed and seduced by the weight of the words- our heroine ensures that each listener comes away with different impressions and ideals. As the next verse dawns, those mesmerising tones come back to play: crackling, purring and growling, a myriad of colour and power is thrown in- the authoritative delivery makes sure that full focus is with her. Advising the man to stare- “I won’t even look behind“- he seems to be obsessing on something: whether infatuated in love or unable to drop an issue, you imagine the latter is more likely. Perhaps relations have hit the rocks; the ship has been sunk- it is clear that an untenable state has been reached. The man is defining and characterising; being cruel and judgemental- our heroine is “finer than the world you’re dying in.” When lyrics are too defined and simplistic, the mystery and beauty of a song can be robbed: here there is room for manoeuver; so many different avenues that every line has a distinction and sense of purpose. When parping and rousing organs join with elocutionary guitar, that passion and tension augments- it is a foolish and senseless man who crosses and displeases Lampro. Past the half-way mark, Mr. Jones (Fear of Falling) arrives. A terrifically curious and teasing Blues-Rock ember sparks the song: beginning with funky and grooving guitar notes, the organ soon comes to play- adding in some playfulness, it is a perfect lead-in for the vocal. Our heroine is the “devotee of Newton’s Theory“- wondering how her subject could get to her. Perhaps gripped by something headier and more impassioned, you get a feeling of coquettishness and reservation- the relationship is moving too fast and intensely. Keen to keep her feelings “pinned to terra firma“, our heroine is reserved (about jumping in with) both feet: the fear of falling and seeing things break is not a prospect she wants realised. The romantic tussle and dazed atmosphere comes out in the voice- with hot-bloodied passion and tantalised aches, is a terrific and vibrant performance. Lampro’s voice is (perhaps) at its strongest in this number: whipping up such a beautiful sound, there are touches of the greats of Soul- our heroine has a more youthful quality to her voice, but lacks none of the punch and panache. Delirious in the throngs of potential, she flees outside; the air is cool and a dance is ellicited- with the stars as a compass, an unexpected southern mist blows in. When Lampro wants to summon romantic and picturesque, she does it better than most- you can see every scene; smell and see everything with crystal clarity. In the heady brew of the night’s mystery, Mr. Jones has caused quite a furor: with the peppermint-tasting mist in her lips, the heroine sees her heart float “fifty feet above the ground” (quite a charmer and stunner, the hero is causing some girlish glee). Keen to not break the pendulous swing, the next verse comes up: our heroine is in the atmosphere and hanging upside down- floating in the clouds, “it’s a beautiful view.” Contrasting the tension and unhappiness of previous songs, it is great to see some positivity and paen come through- her man moves through the clouds in a way no-one else does. In spite of the seeming bliss and contentment, there is a feeling of unnerve and hesitancy. Afraid of the heights of emotion, perhaps our heroine has never been this high before- the mesmerising love is something new and strange. She cannot be left alone; Mr. Jones has taken her to the heavens- if he were to let her fall, she may not recover. A supportive and guiding hand is sought; the conviction and passionate beauty of Lampro’s vocal- tied to her unique delivery and projection- lodges the song in your mind- at points I catch glimpses of singers like Bonnie Tyler, Jacqui Abbot, Stevie Nicks and Eva Cassidy. The band make sure proceedings are funky; mixing jazzy dance with soulful swing; Blues-Rock jamming nudges in too- a veritable buffet of tantalising sounds gives the song a hugely memorable and colourful- skin. Taking things into sweaty and sexual realms, the two adjourn to home: desiring her man thrice-daily, there is no need for sweetener- our heroine has a very clear motive on her mind. Sticking with medical themes- her love is a medical enigma it is said- she does not need water to swallow; her man can be hooked straight to her veins. With head swimming- and unsure if she is breathing or drowning- there is little room for doubt- you know that this one is going to have a very happy ending indeed. After the spellbound luster of the previous number, Once Bitten, Twice Shy provides comparative demure and introspectiveness. A gorgeous and elliptical piano introduction gives the track some early romance- this will lead to warnings and detachment. Sporting the finest intro. on the set; the combination of spiraling piano, proud and firm percussion is awe-inspiring- it is an incredible fusion of Jazz-Rock, Blues, Soul and Pop. Keen to keep the music going, our heroine’s wordless belt enters the spotlight- her voice is at its most convincing and imploring here. Her man has left her and walked away from the relationship: if he ever changes his mind, our heroine’s heart will not be so “easy to fall.” Fed up of being messed-around and duped, a barrier is put up: the rules are being laid out and clear rules set in place. Imbued with such a force and incredible power, the vocal is a thing of wonder- you are trapped under its spell. Our heroine’s man is a cheater and lacks any ethics and morals- keen to not be fooled and led astray, the song pushes against her boy’s come-ons (and seductive missives). Joining Janis Joplin, Aretha Franklin and Stevie Nicks- into the back of her voice- the song is backed by a splendid range of tones and emotions- nothing but utter conviction and intention comes through. Perhaps the two have a complex history: trapped in the relationship, the issue of trust is never going to go away. Set-up by an evocative and slinking Blues-Rock guitar whisper, our heroine becomes more entrenched in doubt- it seems that “nothing is right/When nothing is wrong“. Displaying a Dylan-esque eye for striking and unforgettable couplets, following in its wake is: “So why do we fight/Just to get along?” The way Lampro rolls her words; repeats syllables; stutters and paces her words is incredibly intoxicating and effective: the lines are distinguish, highlighted and coated in layers of emotions- you cannot escape their immense potency. Where as previous songs have been bolstered by organ and guitar; here piano takes the lead- arriving near the mid-way point to elicit an entrancing and divine punctuation. The band’s epic, the track is 6:30 of exorcism and honesty- the vividity and stirring soul never lets go. Doing a deal with the devil at the crossroads; our heroine will drive her man “round the bend“- not wanting him to come back ever again- the clear emotion ringing in the vocal. With the sort of grandeur and epic proportions- befitting of a movie soundtrack or score to an intense emotional scene- the song is a stunning and vote-stealing epic. The band is by no means left in the shadows: percussion gives shivers and drive; the bass keeps proceedings controlled and in check- the guitar is a snarling and rampant sound that adds electrification and fire into the song. When all these elements combine- around that stunning vocal- it is a perfect moment- few other songs gave me quite the same chill as Once Bitten, Twice Shy. As it comes to an end, earlier words are repeated: our heroine wants her man to look her in the eye; try to rustle up some pure honesty- knowing that he will never change his ways. There is a certain sadness and defeat to be found: if things had been different then it could have been wonderful; the lying lover has wrecked a potentially golden love. A sweeping and indelible swan-song, it brings the E.P. to a close- leaving you quite in awe of things. With notes and lines still turning in your mind, part of you wants to hear more- that sense of desire lingers after the final notes.

I shall get to the band themselves- handing out recommendations, plaudits and praise. The public have the opportunity to hear King of Crow‘s quartet of beauties- an E.P. that is incredibly impressive and assured. A record that gets better as the songs progress, it is the work of a band that are getting stronger with each release- their confidence and effect grows larger and more emphatic with every track they unveil. The production on the disc is phenomenally appropriate and evocative: sounding like a bona fide live recording, it mixes the professionalism and comfort of the studio with the atmosphere and unique energy of the stage. Intimate and embracing, the songs make you feel as though the band are performing in your bedroom- I was listening on an iPad, so definitely need to hear the songs through proper speakers. Given that my listening experience was via a laptop, who knows how immense and emotive it will sound through the majesty of stereo speakers? What I do know is that one of this year’s most unexpected treats has been offered. I discovered Braver than Fiction via a music writing contact (on Twitter): lucky to be in the right place at the right time, I was compelled to investigate the band. Having fallen in love with Your Little Fantasy, I was expecting an E.P. that followed the same sort of lines: what one actually witnesses is something different and hugely surprising. I do not mean the word in a negative sense- quite the opposite. The band have defied expectations and created a four-track release that can rank alongside the most compelling of 2014. The quintet clearly have plans for the future; ammunition and creative fertility is all there- one suspects new material will not be too far away. Having conducted social media straw polls, the initial early feedback is universally positive: people are falling in love with the grace, power and intelligence of Braver than Fiction’s latest progeny. Not contented to narrow focus or stick with one subject, the four tracks go from anger and accusation to longing and inflamed passion- right along to deceit and cheating. Before I wrap up my summary, let me congratulate the band themselves. Bass work from Adam gives the tracks a tight backbone and sense of direction. His notes enforce the power of each track; add a host of mixed emotions and shades- keeping the atmosphere compelling and unpredictable (from start to finish). Jason’s keyboard work adds beauty and passion in spades. When on organ, a churlish and infantile glee mixes with hypnotic and feet-moving joy- adding positivity and immense rush into proceedings. The piano offerings do the opposite: tenderness and still beauty are presented: adding romantic and tender stillness, his contributions are stellar and consistently incredible. Martin’s guitars provide shout, shots and raw, ashen emotion- roaring and contorted at once; restrained and calming the next, his influence is essential and emphatic. When solo-ing and allowing the guitar to pervade, some of the E.P.’s most startling and stand-out moments occur. Paul takes on drumming duties: his stick work is the heartbeat that makes sure the music does not die or wane; it keeps the soul in tact and resolute. Never needlessly overpowering or incensed, it makes sure (our heroine) is supported and suitably backed up- offering security, assurance and weight- the percussion adds spark and punch to King of Crows. It is Mel Lampro that stole my heart: her performance and contributions make sure every song on the E.P. grips you fully. The band- as a whole- are tremendous and tight; the leadership and central gravity is immense and unforgettable. As a songwriter, the lyrics compel and fascinate: when oblique your mind races for possible answers and detail; when direct they take you aback; when cooing and romantic they make you sigh. A songwriter clearly inspired my the greats of music, Lampro shows a huge range and emotional colour chart: always instilling intelligence, wit and conviction into her songs, there are no wasted words or lazy afterthoughts- few writers have such an accuracy and impressive strike rate. The compositions are full, stunning and cinematic- filled with wonderful details and moments, the songs show new insights with every listen. It is the vocal performances that resonate in my mind. Possessed of a huge and soulful power, the emotion and stirring passion that is presented takes the breath away. Youthful and honest; aged and ravaged- at times- Lampro’s multifarious and stunning pipes make each song sound utterly insistent and urgent- the listener is pinned and seduced with ample ease. The band themselves are able to master Folk, Alternative, Soul, Blues-Rock and Indie themes; each player adapts and camouflages themselves when called for- the vocal is able to shift from delicious and seductive realms to a whiskey-soaked growl- sometimes in the space of a few notes. Especially impressive on Once Bitten, Twice Shy, Lampro has the potential to be one of the country’s ‘voices to watch.’ In age of reality talent shows and depressingly slender singers, I am glad that genuine and epically-proportioned vocalists still can be found- I hope that our heroine has many years in the music industry. If you have not snapped up King of Crows, you have to do so: it is a quartet of songs designed for every type of person- those in love; those in the midst of a break-up; the casual observer is tempted in. With so much emotion, movement and colour coming under the band’s microscope, King of Crows is the amplification and polarisation of their hard work- a collection of tracks that highlight what a firm and tight unit they are. Let’s just hope the quintet come and entrance some London venues before this year is through.

I know I have rabbited for quite a while- I always err towards loquaciousness when an act is as terrific (as Braver than Fiction). Not content to be as good as everyone else, they are one of this country’s most fertile and imposing acts. Their sounds look back at the likes of Tom Waits, Fleetwood Mac and Led Zeppelin; instill some essence and urgency of the modern music scene- stir it in with their distinct blend of heart, guts, boldness and fascination. King of Crows is a sterling work that showcases just how potent a force they are- I recommend that everyone snap the E.P. up. In love with the finest that music has provided the world, the Sheffield band instill a whisper of their essence into their palette. Their patented blend of Blues-Rock and Folk touches is compelling and gripping- filled with beauty and passion into the bargain. With such incredible performances throughout, they are a group that are in no danger of tiring or going separate ways. Clearly music means a hell of a lot to them- I hope that the release of the E.P. sees them in huge demand. At the moment, the band are ready for the release of King of Crows; having seen 100 limited edition (of the E.P.) pressed-  each band member personally signed them. Such a fastidious and astute eye for detail and attention shows just how much music resonate and hits them- you will not find many other bands that have such a passion and admiration for the form. These are the early days for a group that have a lot of potential: it will be great to see how they blossom and flourish. The band’s local fans are snapping up the limited edition release of the E.P.: enthralled and seduced by the wondrous music provided, legions are keen to clasp Braver than Fiction to their bosom. This bodes well for the future months: the confidence and support they are gaining is sure to see their creative mind let is juices flow- possibly an album or new E.P. will arrive in 2015? Before I conclude my review, I will finish off my looking at the band market in general. Having seen everyone- over the last few weeks- from the likes of Allusondrugs, The 48K’s and Broken 3 Ways; I am amazed by the diversity and sheer quality that is being provided. Everything from Indie to Punk-Ska- through to Grunge- is seeing some bold and striking acts amaze listening ears- it bodes well for the future of music. There are plenty of effete and minor acts out there- not adding much to the musical landscape- but with acts such as Braver than Fiction coming through, there is no need to have any doubts: the quintet have plenty of years ahead of them. The band sector is the most in-demand and hotly-contested aspect of music: the next few years will demonstrate which of them have the legs and pace to make it into the mainstream. The key to ensuring success and continued demand is to provide interest and something deeper- differentiate your motifs from your contemporaries. Braver than Fiction certainly have few like-minded and similar competitors; they have a flair and energy that I cannot link to anyone else; a songbook that is distinctly theirs- instilled with deeply personal touches; drawing in sonic embers of some wonderful past musicians. The bold and brave Sheffield band will see their E.P. fall into the hands of a range of different music fans and supporters. Their music has compelled me to get in touch with other reviewers; see if they can focus King of Crows in their blogs/pages (and contact Lampro directly)- get the word out and spread the joy. The darndest thing happens when I take my mind to Yorkshire: each experience brings something new and wonderfully impressive. Keen to detox for a little while- and not be spoiled by riches- it will be fascinating to see what the county offers in the coming months. With the likes of Braver than Fiction doing their bidding, they are writing a stunning and ambitious chapter…

ONE that is well worth reading.

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Track Review: Bi:Lingual- Subject Number

 TRACK REVIEW:

    Bi:Lingual 

 

 

Subject Number

9.7/10.0

 

Subject Number is available to pre-order from:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/subject-number/id895169530?i=895169558

RELEASED:

4th August, 2014

℗ 2014 Bi:Lingual

PRODUCED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY:

Jamie “Jampott” Donnelly

ENGINEERED BY:

Jamie “Jampot” Donnelly and Kurtis Brudenell

GENRES:

Rock, Hip-Hop, Rap.

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Incorporating elements of early-career Rage Against the Machine, The Streets, Plan B and Beastie Boys- together with lyrics that highlight a very relevant modern-day problem- you should embrace and follow Bi:Lingual. Subject Number is the sound of angry young men trying to change the world: their Rap/Hip-Hop-cum-Rock rush is one of the most essential cuts of 2014.

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WHEN it comes to daring in music, there are

not too many that takes real risks. In new music, there is a certain degree of adventurousness- bands and acts mix genres and different sounds together. As far as I can see, there are limits and confines: even those that broaden their horizons have an air of predictability to them. I love all that new music has to offer up: the new sounds and opinions; great songs that come from nowhere; beautiful and tender songs- everything in-between. One of the problems- when it comes to being pioneering- is the amount of risk involved: if you mingle sounds without too much consideration, you risk spoiling your music. I have seen so many different acts merge disparate and diverse genres: Rock and Soul are lazily put together; Indie and Grunge are fused- with little regard for consistency and coherence- few manage to successfully pull this feat off. When an act does manage to provide daring and unexpected sonic treats, it makes the music that much stronger- taking your mind from the predictable; putting it somewhere quite fantastic. As much as I have mentioned the necessity of hard-edged music- Rock, Indie, Grunge etc.- I have probably heard most combinations, formations and avenues- there is fantastic music to be found, yet little shock or huge originality. I feel that more bands and acts should be broadening their horizons; stretching their ambitions and offering up something truly unique and daring. Before I introduce my featured act, they raise a valid subject: Rock and Rap. Balkanized and distant cousins, the two rarely come together: they hang in different crowds and share different personalities. When musicians have conjoined the genres, the results have often been quite calamitous. Often the rapping is ineffectual and plain embarrassing; the Rock element distilled and vague- I struggle to find too many artists that have successfully combined the two. In the past there have been acts that have achieved this mean feat- I shall mention them in more detail later- yet modern-day acts fail to confound and stand out. It seems like such a shame really: so many new artists have a timidity and risklessness; meaning new music very much has limitations and boundaries. Those that push beyond these- step away from what is ‘expected’- some magic and fascination can be unearthed. I have another point to raise, but before I do, let me introduce you to my featured act:

Dylan Teague

George Louca

Aaron Lythe

Stephanos Louca

Bi:Lingual. The name says it all. Two cultures, one unorthodox language. We’ve seen the failures of rock and rap colliding in an ill-aesthetic form, but nothing succeeds like this. The front mans Afro brings more than a sense of style to the scruffs of the band, it brings a sense of security to the rap that forebodes. Baring witness to the waves of locks that behead the multi-talented rhythm section scream out we’re loud, we’re angry and the apathy we hold towards those who hate, presents the idealistic irrationality of them against the world. And Bi:Lingual are just that. A pure source to be reckoned with. Untainted and unashamed. They are what they are, and if you don’t like it you can go suck a dick. Penniless but not hopeless they’re here to stay whether you like it or not. But chances are when that kick drum, heavily fuzzed bass and guitar kick in to the pop orientated but ear drum shattering chorus, that Bilingual have made their trademark, your dick and your brain will blow, and swell, and vibrate to the point that an unconscious rattle in your head protrudes to a steady head bop that simply cannot be controlled. You are drawn in and intoxicated, and take my word for it, in a world so ugly, that’s what we need.

The angry young men have a lot of seething rage inside- they do make valid points. Aside from warnings of penile explosions; among the pseudo-philosophy; next to the oral sex invitations- their biography gives a glimpse into some pretty special musicians. It brings me to my second point: sonic innovation. Bi:Lingual have a degree of pent-up rage; they are innovators of the pretty reckless; they dare to be different and provide music not often heard- they are to be commended on this fact. Rebelling against those that offer hate and detachment, the boys have hit upon a sound that is perfect for these times: in a world that is getting less pretty with each day- their brand of scintillating and heady music is just what we need. There are plenty of acts and artists that can give you something beautiful and tender; those that have a melodious and well-considered approach to songwriting- sometimes what you need is something urgent, direct and utterly addictive. That seems to be missing a lot from the current scene- new bands are artists seem to lacking that necessary clout. Every Indie and Rock band that comes through shows a degree of rawness and primal passion; their songs project a modicum of violence- few remain in the memory in that particular sense. Grunge acts perhaps do it a little better; they can enforce some dominance and rage into their agenda- too many go straight for the jugular without thinking about the overall sound. What makes Bi:Lingual so impressive is the fact that expertly blend Rap and Rock: succeeding where others have failed, the boys summon up the edge and danger of Rap with the popularity and traditions of Rock- blended in their own inimitable way, their music is something you would not have heard too often. What makes them such a tantalising proposition- aside from their daring- is the amount of layers and flavours they put into their songs. They do not simply lump some Rap vocals over striking and stirring riffs- hoping that this will be enough to differentiate themselves from the masses. You can tell that intelligence, study and authority mandates their music: they have a clear love of past masters (of Rap and Rock); seamlessly fusing myriad sounds into their boiling pot- they have made sure that what they give to the public is of the highest order. The band’s lack of homogenization works in their favour: so many current acts do not mix cultures, nationalities and races- a lack of diversity enforces their make-up. Bi:Lingual mix languages in a very different way: musical languages that are never usually united in harmony. Clandestine and nervous, the group win you over due to the depth of their sounds; the ambition and sheer force that they provide- you just know how honestly they want to win you over. Before I progress, it is worth noting their business plan: the necessity to rally against the apathetic. Whether speaking politically- or musically- there is too much shoulder-shrugging and non-committal mutterings among the young: my generation seem happy to watch from a concrete balustrade as the world passes them by- when the time comes for them to stand up and take action, they do nothing. This can be applied to music too: few are willing to embrace unexpected and daring sounds; connect with politicised and spiking messages- more contended to embrace something less heady and oppressive. Whilst this natural instinct is coded in our D.N.A.; if you are unwilling to flee rather than commit- you miss out on some truly terrific music. Bi:Lingual are proponents of a new form of sound: something that is guaranteed to get your body moving; puts messages and truths into your skull- leave you feeling very different about yourself and music itself.

A lot of readers are probably new discoverers of Bi:Lingual- unaware of their past work and where they came from. For a fuller and more rounded experience of the band, it is worth looking back and hearing where they came from. Their debut E.P. came about in April, 2013. Entitled Do Misa, it was a quartet of tracks that showcased how strong the band were- right from the off. Such a tremendous mix of sounds and styles mingle over the four songs. Delilah has Pixie-esque backing strings; a ’80s/’90s Grunge/Indie mood lingers behind; guitar riffs arrive to explode and overwhelm- the percussion starts softer before becoming enraptured and devilish. At the forefront is a vocal expounding a love that cannot be broken: seeking Delilah, she seems to have fled and run away- our hero wants to capture her and bring her back. Menace and anger lurk with something more restrained: the projection is quick-fire but never demented (or lacking control). Showcasing the band’s signature blend of quiet and loud, it is a song that lodges in your head- an early classic. Songs such as The Scene and Zoology expand on this and offer up some new flair and fascination- the band inject more raucousness along these numbers; keeping alive a firm and contrite sense of measure and musicianship. The compositions are just as developed and alive; capable of seducing listeners with the faintest of notes. Growing Pains sees more primal lust and pound: the riffs are more demonic and intent; the vocal more direct and insistent- possibly the closest song that one can compare with Subject Number. On an E.P. that highlighted many sides and emotions, the band hit the ground running- it is a deep and compelling work that proffered a band with a clear ambition. Most acts would present a debut that was held-back and muted- the boys waste no time in separating themselves aside from the pack. A few short months later (in August), Doppelganger was unleashed. This brief interlude would suggest that a few half-decent tracks would be unfurled- the E.P. contains six quite brilliant numbers. Spiderwebs has crunchy and bouncing underpinnings; catchy riffs that have an air of Nirvana- the vocals tumble and rush forth. Investigating such topics as talent shows and the people who win them; the band wonder what the point is- what are they actually worth? With a chanted and bolstered vocal, it is endlessly gripping and intent. The band showcase their lyrical flair and inventiveness: weaving lines with a breathless pace; presenting topics that are relevant and true- tied to compositions that is endlessly fascinating. The E.P.’s title track sees Blues-Rock crunch come in- with some Jack White and Jimi Hendrix coming to the fore- as the band whip up a firestorm. The lyrics see dormant volcanoes, rivers of excrement and tension a plenty- the vocals see our hero forced to survive; impress the critics; survive vehicular carnage. Delivered like a sermon, the pace and passion of the delivery builds on their debut work- the band increase their confidence and sense of urgency. Some of Eminem’s venom and sound come out in the backing vocals- polydactyl and primeval psychedelic give the song a lustful and ’60s feel. Pluto is more low-down and rumbling; with some primitive anger it blends soft and loud; rage and temporized measure conspire- the track is one of the most interesting cuts on Doppelganger. Although Do Misa is an emphatic and stunning debut, their follow-up built up and cemented the band’s sound: the ambition and range grew; the songs more detailed and layered. Although there was no need for a huge sonic leap, songs like Spiderwebs compel you to listen over and over- elements of The Streets breathe in the frantic and mesmerising delivery. Given that Subject Number is a more brutal and attacking piece, some people may think that the band offer nothing but this. Their E.P.s show their full potential: tuneful jams and Blues-Rock swing are as synonymous as pulverising and demonised rushes- there is such a lot to be discovered; they appeal to all listeners. The biggest development- from last year’s output- is the sense of passion and directness- their latest cut is the most direct and impassioned number they have ever turned in. I would thoroughly recommend you check out Bi:Lingual’s back catalogue- there is so much pleasure and quality to be found. The last year has seen the boys look out on the world and events unfolding- the way they deliver Subject Number is imbued with as much anger and dissatisfaction as I have heard (from them). Any future E.P.s or album is likely to see similar tracks pervade; as the group have proved, there will be plenty of colour and light among the darker moments.

It is hard to draw too many comparisons when thinking of Bi:Lingual- the boys have such a unique flair and sound that it would do them a disservice. That said, they have some influences- intentional or not- that can be extrapolated from their music. One of the less obvious sources of inspiration is The Mars Volta. The Texan Prog.-Rock band mix Hispanic and Latin-influenced sounds with harder and more squalling Rock- works like Frances the Mute are spellbinding. Our boys put me in mind of The Mars Volta (and that album): they provide a heady thrill-ride; there is no pomposity or over-indulgence- instead it is nerve-shredding and primal; combining Hip-Hop and Classic-Rock, it is a cornucopia of music. Bi:Lingual have similar qualities and embers: their music sound like blueprints for live shows; that raw and open sound enforces their music’s directness- the songs reveal themselves across multiple listens and investigations. Our boys provide visceral moments and some degree of absurdity; impressive ambition as well as human emotion and beauty- very much like The Mars Volta. The Texas band are masters of confounding the mind and bamboozling the sense- their dizzying array of sounds and intentions overcome the senses. Bi:Lingual have a comparable gift and weight to them- their latest offering shows just how intense and gripping they can sound. A lot of commentators have compared the band to Beastie Boys– fair given that the two share some similar skin. Although our lads perhaps offer more spit and overt rage- than the U.S. legends- there are plenty of similar aspects one can draw. Beastie Boys probably hits their peak in the mid-late period of the ’90s: albums such as Hello Nasty certainly seduced critics. That album is probably the best starting-point when it comes to comparing Bi:Lingual. Our lads provide enough party and sense of celebration to put you in the mind (of that album’s mood)- there is festival and joy to be heard in their music. A veritable feast of sounds, the album mixes Lounge, Hip-Hop and free-spirit (of ’60s Psychedelia)- Bi:Lingual appropriate this sense of ambition and luster. Their melange of sounds never rest or relent- they display the same clear sense of daring and experimentation. The vocal performances (of our lads) perhaps contain some of the New York giants: that unique delivery and fascinating tonal regard is showcased in tracks like Spiderwebs. The anger and impassioned belt that comes through in Sabotage and Root Down rally and scream- sleaze and filth lies down in the cracks of the album. Beastie Boys mixed subjects like marriage, religion, corporate slackdom and modern-life communities; swirled it around samples, myriad genres and stunning ambition- to create wonderful results. Bi:Lingual have a clear and comparable gift that has already been highlighted- sure to be found on future releases. Another U.S. source of influence is Rage Against the Machine. Possibly the most obvious comparison; Bi:Lingual invoke a lot of Zack de la Rocha’s venom and insane vocal bite. The Rap-Metal band’s self-titled debut was such a terrific work because of the band relationships. With peers and contemporaries trying to match the band’s majesty and grandeur- and failing- the sympatico and bond between del la Roucha and Tom Morello (the band guitarist) is key- delivered by suburban white boys that had as much conviction as any of Rap’s most notable forerunners. The rebelliousness and emotionally-charged candour that was abound in R.A.T.M. can be compared to Bi:Lingual’s current movements- Subject Number marries Wake Up, Killing in the Name and Take the Power Back. Back in 1992- as of now- few acts were capable of fusing intelligent and meaningful lyrics with fiery and combustible compositions- our boys have a similar essentialness and towering muscle and grit. The way Rage’ expertly tie Rap, Metal and ’80s Hip-Hop together made their debut- and subsequent records- so fascinating and full. Bi:Lingual manage to summon the same emotions and conviction in their work- it will be fascinating to see if an album of theirs can match the heights of Rage Against the Machine. The final American comparable goes to Jimi Hendrix. In a few of the songs- across Doppelganger and Do Misa, the band unleash furious and psychedelic guitar riffs- putting you in mind of Hendrix’s finest work. Although not on the same rarefied plateau, there is an essence of the guitar master: the innate need to infuse the guitar with as much lustful brilliance and ragged and raw sexuality (comes out in Bi:Lingual’s music). Our band have a great ear for the terrific guitar sounds of the ’60s and ’70s- they can incorporate elements of Hendrix and his insatiable appetite for sonic danger. The last two influences I will mention are Plan B and The Streets. Two British Rap/Hip-Hop acts, the intrepid newcomers manage to tangle the street scenes and social commentary of both acts; the range and diversity of their music- adapt it for their own means and ambitions. As well as Ill Communication being a source of inspiration (for our lads), Ill Manors comes to mind. Plan B’s latest disc, it was the soundtrack for disaffected and impoverished youth: talking about the poor and needy; the kids on the streets- the danger and sense of anger that lurked in the minds of many. Politicised and potent, the album is purposeful, solid and a modern-day milestone: a relevant and pertinent sound of modern life Britain. Bi:Lingual have the ear trained to the streets: they know just how much of a struggle life is- how hard it can be to make your name and mark heard. Too many kids and musicians get hand-outs from talent shows; made fat with ill-deserved fame- too many people have to fend for themselves on dangerous streets. Sensing how much displeasure and disgust there is, our lads distill this into their music- soundtrack the voices of modern youth; add in political messages and their own spiked mandates- to score sounds that equal the potency and direction of Ben Drew. There is bleakness, obscenity and fear in Plan B’s vocals- he explores avenues other rappers are scared to tread. Bi:Lingual have a comparable braveness and fearless intent: they can inject foul-mouthed anger with intelligent and relevant codas; project appropriate panic and grime into the palette- wrapped up in brilliant hooks and diverse sonic soundscapes. The Streets is another name that comes to the mind. Original Pirate Material (his emphatic and eponymous debut) looked at being skint; eating chips and getting drunk- it was an album made genuine by someone who has been in that position- and experienced a harsh life. Mike Skinner blends humour and wit with social commentary and pugnacious prophecy: Bi:Lingual have a terrific ear for good-natured humour and unique phrasing- making Garage elements fresh and rejuvenated. Whereas Eminem projects his wit with a degree of insanity, The Streets place observance and truth above all else- the debut cut was rife with poetry, hard-hitting honest and free-association rapping. Few contemporaries convincingly update Skinner’s voice; keep that torch burning- ensure that 2014 Britain has relevant and important heroes. Bi:Lingual- alongside artists such as Kate Tempest- are deserving of equal acclaim: their movements suggest bold and creative voices that are in tune with the needs and pains of this generation- able to translate their pain and suffering into brilliant music. The urgency and conviction the likes of The Streets and Plan B utter is infectious and unforgettable: Bi:Lingual understand the world today- and the hardships faced- able to evoke this in their brilliant songs. Having given you a sense of where our boys come from- who inspire their mind- what their ambitions are- I better get down to reviewing Subject Number.

The song begins in a blitz of obscurantism; darkened in flagrante delicto as our frontman lets his words spit with fury and venom. It is said that “Pissing is a business“: surveying people who advertise their pictures, the hero is ignoring the “viciousness“- right from the off you are not allowed breath or any chance for surveyance. Signs of early-career The Streets and Plan B come to mind- particularly the latter- with that same direct and pleasing tone; authoritative and striking words- the band are laying down the law and making their intentions known. Perhaps aimed at the hollowness, celebrity and iniquity of modern-day Rock, the sting is directed at musicians and people who turn Rock into a “little bitch.” Rallying against a lack of adventurousness, passion or true spirit, it is a mandate to shake the modern-day Rock ‘n’ Roll purveyors- the first frantic ten seconds shows its anger towards people (who exploit their gift for arrogance and anger); the people who have no regard for the reality and true nature of music. Before any more words can be expounded, an exploding and rampant riff unfolds: the band get into R.A.T.M. territory to summon an annihilating and furious spell of deliriousness- pummeling in the mosh pit, the band are showing how Rock should be played- there is no room for tenderness and vagueness here, sir. Defined by crunching and monster riffs; furiously demented percussion; taut and psychotic bass, the coda gets inside of your brain- invigorates your fists to raise themselves aloft; implores rebellion and repressed tension to come pouring forth. A strangely catchy and addictive parable, you want it stay and play- caught in its combination of bonhomie-cum-feral vengeance, it is a stonewall blissed-out jam- the type Tom Morello would sever his head to get a hold of. Giving the music a spirit to infatuate, our hero is back on the mic.- ready to let his words tumble some more. Wondering how we have progressed from vinyl “to downloads“- aghast at the mindlessness and impersonalness of music- you can sense the annoyance and fatigue in his delivery. There is no bolshiness or impetuousness to be found: I feel similarly when it comes to music; we are in danger of losing the physical art of albums and songs- soon everything will be a ghost in the corporate machine. Our hero is in the quandary of an ill predicament: surrounded by “shit bands” and mind-numbing repellency, his words burn in the bonfire- raging against the serene; where the hell has the true essence gone?! Well, judging by the psychotropic recklessness and energy of Subject Number, it is right here: take note all you posing effeminate bands. With no musical reasons (why labels would “sign those“) you are entranced in the staccato and waterfall flow of the words: syncopated at times; purulent and determined the next; the pace and rapid-fire potency grabs you and drags you in- your mind is fully ensconced in the song’s vivid images. Displaying their innate wit (and ability to weave humour against pathos), the next lines are quite illuminating. Our hero lets it be known most bands just want their faces on “contraceptives and bobbleheads“- I know J.L.S. had their own brand of condom; there are too many jokes in there; I will get distracted. Everyone can emphasise and relate to our man’s plight: the commercialisation and celebrity brand (that comes with music) is polluting the water- too many new acts want to be media messiahs and tabloid fodder. If you are more concerned with having your own line of perfume or clothing, then you are in music for the wrong reasons- the acts that go down this road are unanimously awful and pointless. Not just confined to boy and girl bands, many ‘proper’ musicians are letting the cloak and dagger aspect of business cloud their judgement. The money and profit (bands will be reaping) does not equate to respectability and credibility: if your motives are driven by financial reward, then get the hell out of music. The cloying and nauseating fans- who snap up their branded merchandise- are just as culpable: funneling funds into the sludge, they are fueling this pernicious trend. Backed by an insatiable and overwhelming swagger, our frontman lets his voice mutate and develop- from the previous parable of scattershot Rap, we now go into Metal and R.A.T.M./Beastie Boys territory. Keen to get the lipid competition out of the picture; further his band’s own noble agendas, our hero wants them to “drop“- make sure that is “now.” I was impressed by just how far the vocal climbs. When scatting and rapping, our leader has some composure and melody- his tones are pleasing even when giving musicians a thorough dressing-down. In the second third, the screaming and wailing urgency comes to the fore: it is a libidinous and determined shout that emphasises the sense of desperation and annoyance. With the likes of Bi:Lingual working honestly- struggling to raise capital and patronage- it is not fair that untalented cretins are rolling in money (like pigs in shit). Our man is “sick of waiting“- possessed by a satanic and animalistic spirit, the blood-curdling roar is enough to scare the likes of One Direction all the way back to their mums. Of course, the vitriol and mission statement is not solely directed at the heroes of the 8-18 market- plenty of Indie and Rock bands are falling under our group’s attentions. Affirming their allegiance to real and veritable (and unfeigned sounds), you feel that Bi:Lingual are casting their poisoned net farther afield- perhaps artists like Kaiser Chiefs are in their mind. With a desire to see the wasters drop dead and retreat; renounce the throne (and desist with their evil ways). As the words are being poured- like gasoline on a bonfire- you get entranced by the delivery and composition- the former has an authentic Rap/Hip-Hop sway and pace to it that drives the song forward with fervency. The composition juxtaposes ‘traditional’ Rap/Hip-Hop sounds- electronics and samples- to give some true Rock grit and lust- the band play at such a force and speed that I would imagine they had to capture the song in one take! Our hero’s voice certainly couldn’t withstand too many re-records: after the 1:00 mark, you can hear it start to strain and crack- the ferocity and dominance of his delivery is stunning. The bi-polar projection allows refrain and calm to take over: we are back in the midst of a frantic and rifled verse. Attempting to euthanise clever talent shows; people who “show their sympathy” to the gullibility of the public (towards tawdry and pathetic sob story idols)- and wait on the phone line- wasting good money on conveyor belt musicians. Our hero shows an ear for atmosphere and delivery. Rather than let his words get buried and tangled in one another, he allows brief pause between certain lines/words: a tidal wave crashes…waits, and then rises back up again. Pointing the finger at “blind” viewers- that do not appreciate the pointlessness of the disposable ‘musicians’- the words here are as urgent and meaningful as any others- you just know how much the likes of The X Factor piss off the Bi:Lingual crew. Being of a similar mind, I share their disdain and perturbation- the likes of Simon Cowell and his orange face; pensioner waistline and student review put-downs are enough to put you off life altogether. Perhaps the vulnerability of the modern viewer is being exploited by monopolistic and proclivious companies; the scrupulous moguls and money-makes are keen to bilk the ‘faithful’- exploit their weaknesses and contribute to the “demise of the pedigree.” Lesser bands- there are too many of them- would not imbue their lyrics with intelligence and poetic potential. Showing the same lyrical flair and savvy (and witty suaveness) of Mike Skinner and Ben Drew, the words are not hyperbolic, conjecture and offensive- truth and obliviousness are represented in a shower of fragmented poetics and stunningly multifarious outpourings. Bereft of any sympathy, our hero has had enough of the Radio One music culture- the meaningless charts that document the true squalor and shallowness of music. Whereas their fond contemporaries are fighting in the trenches, the corporate penis-flickers are back at H.Q.- getting financial progesterone and ill-deserved adulation. It is great how much I relate to the song- sharing the band’s opinions- and the targets they charge towards- headlights bright and horn blasting. If they had mentioned the likes of Queens of the Stone Age, I would have ended this review here- the fact that Little Mix are name-checked brought a huge smile to my face. The epitome and embodiment of worthlessness; the glorified cover band (bands play instruments; these are marketing tools)- who ruin any cover they attempt- are infantilizing and demoralising music. Perhaps largely represented by prepubescent and pre-teen girls, you wonder if a moratorium could be imposed: ban anyone under 21 from buying music- ensuring that the likes of Little Mix, Neon Jungle and One Direction do as all a favour- and stick their head under a train. Emphasising how music is becoming more a business and charity case- replacing the days when musicians were ranked according to merit and promise- the order cognoscenti is wrong and corrupt. With hegemony going to the churlish and controversy-courting generation- who say the word ‘like’ every fifth or sixth syllable- the full passion of the words comes to light. With every kid from the “north and south” being a “fucking linguist“- supposed bona fide music-lovers on the order of false morals and impunity- the vague and plastic guitar proffering are hardly nascent revelations. The Pop and Rock acts that have as much credibility and conviction as Justin Bieber- the scummiest of the scum- think they are something special: deluded and deserving of opprobriousness, they are the ruination of music life. Backed by a guitar and percussive duel- sounding like a boxer punching his opponent- you can hear the gravel and concrete show its teeth- it is such a meaty and growling coda, you are helpless to resist its power. Mixing in reverbed and echoed vocal interjection; an additional layer of menace; malice and darkness comes in- our hero is a priest leading a holy quest- seeing his flock diminish and fall, he is atop a mountain. The vocal never loses its energy and avalanche: packing more into a syllable- than most acts pack into a song- you listen hard to take all of the words in (pausing and replaying lyrics to make sure you have all the information). Before the fever-dream chorus comes back to feast, the band let the composition have a bite: the stuttering and drunken blasts from bass, guitar and percussion provide a taut and tight ellipsis- preparing you for what is to come. By the time the chorus does come back around, you have more story on board- the words become more relevant and frantic- the song grows in stature and meaning. After the drowning gasps are spluttered; our hero tries to keep his emotions in check- I imagined he demolished the studio after the engineer and producer called things to a halt- and not let explicitness cloud his concision. As you prepare yourself for lyrical treats- more fascinating and intelligent lines- the instruments make sure they step into the limelight. The guitar is an arpeggio of firestorm fury and biblical resonance- Van Halen and Hendrix come to mind- complete with see-saw and considered modulation; there are touches of Muse thrown in- embers of their Black Holes and Revelations (epic fretwork) shows its scars. Distorting your mind and making your eyes spin, the parable is the aural equivalent of a burning pyre- our hero has ignited a flame that looks set to caramelize and incinerate the weakest of the species. When the chorus comes back around, the percussion stood in my mind. Matching the likes of R.A.T.M. for pure pummel, the percussion’s octopus-limbed cannoning is a thing of beauty- you would imagine Dave Grohl, Neil Peart and Brad Wilk Cellotaped to one another. Our hero is kept in check by authoritative and fatherly bass lines- plenty of exhibitionist power comes out; it makes sure the song does not show any loose seams or edges. With his voice still intact- how the hell has that happened?- he sounds like a man alight: having jumped into the fire, the only chance of survival is the cooling water of fairness and musical karma- you suspect that he has second-degree burns just thinking about the likes of Scouting for Girls and their ilk. Ensuring his fastidious and unimpeachable carniverousness remains strong, the final lines are delivered with just as much passion as at the start- the consistency and momentum is never-ending and unflinching. As our man steps away from the mic., a final few notes wrap things up: going for a much-needed drink of water, you are staggered by the amount of anger at the song’s heart- hardly surprising given what is being assessed.

Few reviewers will expend as many words as here- when it comes to reviewing one song. That is going to change for sure! Most songs are only worth a dozen-or-so words- the likes of N.M.E. and The Guardian distill an entire album review into six lines. If you were surveying a cover version from a boy band, you would probably urinate on the page; type the words ‘I want to die’ several times and put it out into the ether- it is acts like Bi:Lingual that inspire the pen to run out of ink. I found myself- with futile outcome- trying to keep pace with the rollicking vocal delivery; conveying my thoughts as fast as the lyrics are uttered. Subject Number is a song that demands endless repeat and investigation- you will pause the song at intervals to repeat lines and thoughts. Before I get down to patting the band members on the back, I shall finish up with the song. The epic and gleaming production- from Jamie Donnelly- makes sure the song is given full respect- the words and notes are crisp and undiluted. It is not too polished; allowing some raw and sweaty edges to come seeping through. Ranking alongside the best cuts the likes of R.A.T.M., Beastie Boys or The Streets could produce, it is a stunning and mesmerising track. The vocal puts you right in the song: such an impassioned performance, it is impossible not to be won over by its intentions and electioneering spirit. A few acts write similar themes- the game of fame; endless reality show garbage- but none have sounded as immediate and emphatic as this. A crystalline and golden nugget, Subject Number is one of the most addictive and impressive tracks I have heard all year- let us hope that future songs match its dizzying heights. As relevant and common as war, terrorism and corruption, the song will never lose its potential and meaning- unless talent shows and horrid musicians are expunged and extinguished, then we should never stop battling and fighting. A worthy and necessary warfare, Bi:Lingual are a confederacy against enslavement and musical genocide: they do not want everyone taken out- just the acts that are stopping them achieving their goals. It may come off as a political and fascist manifesto, yet most of the public back these opinions: we need to enforce some limitations and restrictions- castrate the testicles of facile and whiny Pop music. Any acts that are involved in Rock- with nary a thought for passion and conviction- are standing under a dangling sword- if you are not good enough to appeal to proper music-lovers, then there is no sense having you around. Too many acts get into music for the hell of it- thinking that the minimum is good enough- hopefully Subject Number will inspire some hesitation and creative revisions. Designed as a rebellion against commercial and marketing dictatorships, it also gives a warning to new musicians- if you do not enough weaponry in your armoury, you are going to be human shields. Of course, good music is a not a synonym for Rap, Metal, Hip-Hop- everyone has their own tastes and Folk, Pop, Soul and Indie can produce works of genius. The band is not saying they are the best examples of what music has on offer- they are not far from it- merely explaining they have spirit and genuine talent- they want to cull those that do not deserve to be here. As such, the song is the sound of conviction and absolutely delirious urgency- ironically making the song one of the finest things you will hear in 2014. Most bands that rally and complain turn in cold turkey songs- the sounds seem pretentious and free from any class or solidity. Bi:Lingual get their clear message across, but do not overlook the importance of music, composition and melody. They ensure their sound is ever-changing and mobile; enforced and galvanised when needed- sparser and less oblique when the vocal shines. Subject Number ticks all of the boxes: few commentators and observers would find anything that could be considered a negative- what more could you want from a track? The song is a winner because of the band themselves: the closeness and intuition they have shines in every syllable, note and refrain- bands twice their age are not as in-step and telekinetic. The vocal delivery is insanely determined and impressive. Drawing in some embers of heroes past, the sound mixes some of R.A.T.M.’s early work (in the chorus) in addition to Mike Skinner’s charm and wit (in the verses). Able to shout with insane menace; offer prophecies with controlled and measured pace; roll, rock and slither- it is a phenomenal performance. All the words are intelligible and decipherable- even when the verses are delivered with an ecstatic sense of drive. This makes the song’s messages extrapolatable and meaningful- you will be quoting lines and singing couplets for weeks to come. The bass work keeps the song from collapsing and regression to hyperbole. Taut and slinky at times, the abiding sound is of a stringed and winged beast- one that ensures that every note and vocal is backed by immense support and purpose. Guitars melt your face; shred the scenery and drug your brain- mingling Hendrix-esque pyrotechnics with ragged Rock/Hip-Hop masculinity, the parables and outpourings are deeply startling- the band show how terrific they are as musicians. The song is likely going to be an essential mosh-pit demand- a set closer that will see bodies carried away on stretchers. Beer-swigging and knife-wielding, it is the sound of modern-day music-lovers- those that hate the rise and prolifency of mainstream Pop muppets. With a sterling and earthquake percussionist on your team, you are never going to go wrong: with tentacles flailing and pulverising, few modern drummers could keep up with what is on offer throughout Subject Number. Instilling unexpected fills and calmer measures into the track, you cannot deny the vitality and primitive splendour of the delivery. Having not heard of Bi:Lingual until a few days ago- shame on me and the media- I am so glad I have. When new material flies out, I wanna be the first on it! Appropriating the candour and majesticness of legendary Rock/Hip-Hop acts of the ’80s and ’90s, they are a brave crew that deserve a tremendous amount of support and backing. Subsiding from their own crops and creations; living off of the land, they need money and cash injection- music like this should not die in the heat and be overlooked. If you have any sense and faith in new music, then you need to check out Subject Number– a wonderful glimpse and window into one of this country’s most vital and patriotic bands.

In nearly every review- when it comes to the conclusion- I always find myself saying vaguely the same thing- using similar words and prostrations; familiar predictions and summations. Today, things are very different indeed. I find myself deeply impressed with Bi:Lingual; having experienced something new and distinctly original, I have been given a lot of inspiration and fascination. Bonding Rap and Rock into an intoxicating blend, the guys are going to be a very exciting future proposition. If you are put off by promises of anger and rebellion, then have no fear: the guys make music that promotes energy and togetherness- as opposed to dislocation and feral snap. Being a huge fan of acts such as Beastie Boys, I can hear a lot of them in Bi:Lingual- that same ambition and innovative brain. The U.S. legends pretty much had- and have- a faultless career: I am loathed to think of an album that was met with anything but critical acclaim. Few acts can boast this kind of consistence and plaudit- the New York Hip-Hop crew are one of the most inspired and daring acts of all-time. I particularly love III Communication: a twenty track collection that marries so many sounds and threads together- it is a dizzying and hypnotic record. Perhaps not their most celebrated album- Paul’s Boutique steals that honour- to me it represents the peak of their creative powers- tracks like Sabotage are as tight and potent as anything I have ever heard. Given the band’s consistency- and the fact that they hit upon such a phenomenal style and trajectory- and huge patronage, it has baffled me why more acts do not follow in their footsteps- not replicate them but at least be inspired by them. Even though the last Beastie Boys album is three years old, it is not to say that they are through- the guys will be back, showing the music world how it is done. We all need to witness and embrace bands like this: Bi:Lingual are a brave and emphatic group that are going some way to introduce Beastie-esque magic and urgency into their music. With music innovators such as Beck become more restrained and matured, it is vital that some youthful anger and innovation comes back into the scene- keep an eye on these chaps. Subject Number is causing much excitement; it bodes well for the future: it would be terrific to see a full album from the group in time. On the evidence of their latest track, the band have lost none of their magic and potency- they have grown in confidence and stature; found new inspiration and sense of purpose- their current offering is their most stunning cut to date. I love how effortless and assured everything sounds; how bonded and tight the guys are- their music ranks alongside some of the most fascinating and promising in all of music. I would advise that everyone take a look back on the band’s work- find out how far they have come and how great their beginnings were. It is not just Subject Number that hits you: the potential and promise gets you very excited and filled with hope. Being penniless and impoverished, the boys may have to club some cash together- to be able to record an album. It is my wish that people snap up physical copies of their singles; give their money across to a band that have the potential to go all the way. So few new musicians sound as intent and meaningful as Bi:Lingual: they are an act that want nothing more than to stay in music for as long as possible. I have never seen them perform live; I imagine it is quite an unforgettable experience- if they come down my way, then I have no excuse missing out. Before I wrap up, I should offer some sort of direction to up-and-coming bands; provide missive and truth. The sense of fun, wise-crack and anger is seeping from music; bands that can tie this to deep and inventive sounds are disappearing and fading out- what we are left with is less daring sounds; those that are safer and more predictable. It is true that some terrific music can be discovered- within these confines- yet there is a part of the brain and psyche that is going to seek out those who do not want to follow the flock- Bi:Lingual are the guys for you. Artists that usually spar Rock and Rap capitulate and stumble with embarrassing results- our guys are in no danger of suffering this fate. They clearly have a love and admiration for classic acts like Rage Against the Machine and Beastie Boys: they do not ape them or copycat; instead instilling an essence of their magic into their own distinct sound. Fans of the genre are sure to find a hell of a lot to love (in the band); those perhaps a little more timid should come forth and have a taster- their music does not push anyone away. There are no bellicose scream-fests and profanity-laden rallying: there is rhythm, hypnotism and huge energy to be found- music that is designed to draw people together and not cast them aside. If you- like me- want to find something that is distinct and meaningful, then you need Bi:Lingual in your life. They are going to go a long way and have a lot more to say- let us hope that they have album and E.P. plans in their thoughts. Anyone that does not like their music are offered an oral sex-related option; their music has the potential to make your genitals burst- it seems that whatever you do you are in danger. The best thing you can do is to listen to the music and love what you hear- I guarantee that you will- otherwise the worst will happen. I am going to listen (again) to Subject Number; close my curtains and Cellotape my trousers on…

JUST in case.

 

About the Author:

https://musicmusingsandsuch.wordpress.com/about/

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Tour dates accessible at:

 

July:

23The Showroom, Hartlepool

30The Fenton, Leeds

August:

2Carpe Diem, Leeds

4Subject Number Single Release

5The Keys, Middlesbrough (supporting DZ Deathrays)

9The Globe, Newcastle

14Roadhouse, Manchester

15Ryans Bar, Derby

26The Islington, London

30The Lomax, Liverpool (International Music Festival)

September:

11Zombie Shack, Manchester

October:

4The Crown, Middlesbrough (Guests at RISE Wrestling)

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Album Review: The 48K’s- For Every Day a Memory

ALBUM REVIEW:

The 48K’s

 

For Every Day a Memory

9.3/10.0

For Every Day a Memory, The 48ks

For Every Day a Memory is available from:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/for-every-day-a-memory/id611352647?ign-mpt=uo%3D4

TRACKLISTING:

Time & Again9.5/10

Flick ‘Em the V’s9.4

Pipe Dream9.2

Lead the Way9.3

Forget Never Met9.3

Back Home9.2

It Can’t Be Me9.3

Gotta Get Out9.3

Feel About You9.4

Take Me Back9.5

Sitting on My Own9.1

Valentine’s Day9.4

The Fortune Teller9.3

Something to Believe In9.5

Falling Down9.4

STAND-OUT CUT:

Take Me Back

DOWNLOAD:

Time & Again, Flick ‘Em The V’s, Take Me Back, Valentine’s Day, Something to Believe In.

RELEASED:

16th March, 2013

℗ 2013 The 48ks

GENRES:

Rock, Indie, Blues-Rock

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Having had the (former leader of Orange Juice) praise their album (For Every Day a Memory), Doncaster’s The 48K’s are winning legions of impassioned fans. With a new E.P. looming, it is high time you investigate the Indie-Rock princes: they are a band with clear potential. Not allowing their music to become bogged in a predictable quicksand, the next few years will be very prosperous.

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QUITE a task lies ahead of my today…

Faced with a 15-track album, my featured band are certainly going to get a long review- hope they don’t mind. I shall get to all of that business in due course. Usually at this point in the review, I bring up a couple of different themes: today I am thinking about bands and Indie– once more. Being enamoured of- and familiar with- groups such as The Bedroom Hour and Crystal Seagulls- two London-based up-and-comers- the genre is producing some magnificent and diverse acts. In my last assessment- of Ska band Broken 3 Ways- I was offered a wealth and treasure trove of new sounds and sensations- examining music that was quite unfamiliar and strange to me. I love past (Ska and Punk-Ska) masters of old, yet have not heard too many new examples- the seven-piece Wirral group left me quite dumbfounded. The best thing about music is split into two considerations: the quality of the sounds on offer; the quality of the personalities on offer. Solo acts give plenty of brilliance and seduction; it is bands that are still most popular among the general public. Perhaps down to the sheer range of music available- or some other consideration- you cannot deny how important that sector of the market is- bands produce some of the finest music the world has seen. At the moment, there are a great number of different groups; all doing something a little different, there is a huge choice for the consumer- meaning the pressure is really on new acts. It is all very well putting music together- forming your act- and going out into the ether: a hell of a lot needs to be considered before you go out there. It is not the 1940s any more: we do not live in a time when there are few acts and choices (of music) to witness- our music scene is growing and expanding at an exhausting rate. One of the most lamentable aspects of music is how many mediocre and limited artists are out there- so many newcomers have no sense of adventure, ambition or quality. The hard truth is: if you can’t provide a certain degree of excellence you will be buried and forgotten about- those that are most noble and insightful will win the day. With that in mind, we must embrace and herald these acts- artists that take leaps and have that quality deserve reward and patronage. This year, I have been lucky enough to see a host of wonderful and different bands poke into new music: many are still in my head now; few have made their way out. My featured act fit into a point I am going to make: the people behind the music. In a social media age, relations and friendships are becoming more detached and impersonal- most of us are satisfied to connect with people via a computer- rather than get out there in the environment. One of my biggest regrets- when reviewing music- is how little some musicians appreciate the work- spending time on a review, a lot of times they (the musician) do not get in touch- just ignore what is put out there. There seems to be a correlation forming: the artists who love music the most; when it means that much to them- they are the ones that are most appreciative of attention and focus. I shall not name-and-shame (one day I will), but The 48K’s adore music and the way it translates to the people: from their music, you just know that this is something that is a calling- nothing else will do. Bands like this as those we should be putting in the spotlight- ensuring their ambitions and dreams are fulfilled and realised. Before I get to my second point, let me introduce the guys to you:

Ryan Lightfoot

Steve Dale

Simon Kato

Adam Golightly

Chris Morris

After several years of refining their sound and presence on their local music scene, they settled a permanent lineup and set their sights on the horizon. We are here to entertain and hope you’ll enjoy our music. We are not looking to sell out to the highest bidder and want to keep the spirit of good, catchy music alive. We hope you do too… The 48K’s is a result of shared musical influences drawing people together. Quickly drawing a following in the Doncaster area, they are set to expand and explore the surrounding regions throughout 2013.”

Being based out of Doncaster, it sees me back in Yorkshire: I swore I’d distance myself from the county- having reviewed most acts that play here- yet it seems like an alluring and hypnotic seductress- you cannot help but to keep coming back and experiencing the joy. Whereas a lot of fellow Yorkshire acts- mainly based around Leeds and Bradford- play Pop, Soul and Electro.; here is an Indie (and Indie-Rock) band- most commonly found in other parts of the country. I know Yorkshire has a fair few bands, yet most of my attention- when it comes to the genre- has been directed towards the capital- bringing me to my point. Indie and Rock are styles of music that have a huge amount of representation- there is such mobility and potential in the genres that bands are attracted by its gleam and openness. So many artists come up a little short: too concerned with being involved with music, they negate the important of honing their sounds and providing something different. As much as I love Indie and the wonders it provides- if you want to succeed- you have to go that step further: distinguish your sounds from that of every other act out there. From The Bedroom Hour’s Hinterland through to Canada’s The Dirty Nil, plenty of diverse representatives have come into my sights- each time I was left feeling hugely satisfied and inspired. Indie and Indie-Rock provides a sense of drama and epic proportions; it can be tender and calming; uplifting and motivational; foot-tapping and catchy- it is a form of music that is as flexible and promising as any others out there. It is not surprising- for these reasons- many acts want to join in- The 48K’s are among the most promising and fascinating proponents of the moment. Having recently won praise from legendary stalwart Edwyn Collins- he praised the lads’ album- the boys are rightfully proud. For Every Day a Memory is a packed and scintillating album- or several E.P.s put together (as the band may profess)- that is a wonderful collection. Few new bands- or acts that have been playing for a couple of years- do not put out something so strong so soon- not a 15-track collection anyway. I will investigate the tracks later, but will finish with one point: quality control. So many albums and E.P.s- in the mainstream and new music- have too many filler tracks; there is a certain lack of consistency- it takes the momentum and pace right out of a record. The 48K’s have not merely stuffed every song (they have recorded) into one album in the hope that quantity equates to quality. They have been a lot more shrewd and intelligent: the five-piece incorporated quality alongside quantity. It is not surprising that the album- which was released last year- is still affecting hearts and minds- as the likes of Mr. Collins have ascribed; it is a record you need in your life.

For a comprehensive impression of the band, it is pertinent to look back at their beginnings. Some reviewers have displayed some obstinacy when it comes to Indie- keen to assume all bands are going to sound the same and not make a big impression. At the moment, the band are producing new material; For Every Day a Memory was their last full work- before then, the bands dabbled with a couple of songs. Happy Christmas Day has hard-edged and ragged guitar riffs; chugging and determined, it is no mere novelty toss-off. In spite of the lyrics (containing some twee and traditional messages)- Rudolph and sleighs; Santa making it in time etc.- the sheer delivery and pace turned it into something less predictable. A lot of bands try Christmas numbers- most are an unmitigated catastrophe- so it is brave of The 48K’s to attempt it- at least it shows a different side to the guys. Instilled with Pop upbeat and raw and rushing compositions, it was one of the first signs of what they could acheive- displaying the hallmarks that would be cemented in their L.P. Other tracks such as Trophy Wife contained much pizzazz and edge: perhaps their most solid early work, it was a forerunner to For Every Day a Memory. Possessed of plenty of drive and grit, it has a true Indie edge to it- there is a naturalness and sense of authority coming through in the song. A few early songs gave the impression of a confident band determined to succeed; the signs were there and the guys certainly showed what they were made of. It is the here and now- or last year- that is the best indication of The 48K’s (and their true potential). Most Indie and Rock bands tend to stick with a restricted and defined sound: they have focus but do not incorporate too much range and shock into their sounds. The 48K’s released a four-track E.P. in 2010: most of the songs appear on their album; Cotton Wool is the only track that does not feature. That particular song had a vibe of Arctic Monkeys to it: the riffs are insatiable and punchy from start to finish. Packed with grit and energy, it is a conficdent number but not perhaps their finest song. Since the E.P., the band have shown how much stronger they are: quality control is at the forefront and the band ensure that all of their songs are assured and strong. Whilst their fledgling days put them ahead of most of their competition, the movements they made after (the debut E.P.) shows a clear development and progression. Stepping aside from obvious sonorousness of many Indie staples- Arctics included- more positives and Pop edge came into their set. The riffs are fuller and more interesting; little details and stunning chord changes give their songs a great sense of passion and intrigue: the band have opened up their ambitions and broken through barriers. Too many modern acts are rigid and poverty-stricken when it comes to interchangeable regards: they are key to play it safe and ensure that discipline and strict rigour defines their sounds. If you work within the Indie and Rock confines; allow some mobility and movement, then you have greater potential for creativity and originality. The material that comes through in For Every Day a Memory shows a unique and individual voice. Most bands you can ascribe to others; hear where they came from- know exactly who inspired them. Whilst I will be mentioning some other names (below); the unerring sensation is of a distinct act. The vocals are particularly stand-out and incomparable. There are few strains of other artists; the tones that pour forth; the phrasing and delivery is tailored to the band- you would struggle to find another act that sounds just like them.

If you are looking for anyone like-minded, then I can probably point you in some directions. Most of the comparisons revolve around the sound (and compositions) as opposed to the vocals. When tracks display a youthful and energised rush, you can catch touches of The Libertines. The band’s Up the Bracket (debut) was stuffed with sweat-filled jams; spiraling and scenic stories of street life and the modern day- tied around compositions that compelled you to sing along. The 48K’s rustle up a similar potency and wonderful racket. Their guitar lines are sleeker and less rampaging, yet the band put me in mind of the early days of The Libertines. Determination and gravelled heartbeats pop in The 48K’s work: you imagine young and sprightly chaps gadding about town; a cocky swagger in their step, they have no fear or need to feel second-best- there is a truth and honesty to be heard. When the band’s songs get gritty and raw, the likes of Queens of the Stone Age and Kasabian enter my thoughts. Q.O.T.S.A. are Desert-Rock geniuses: their primal and captivating swing is still seducing and alarm fans (so many years after their inception). The Doncaster boys have a great ear for that type of sound: they can elicit a comparable force and manly punch. Queens’ are exceptional at mutating their sound and changing course (with barely a breath); making sure that their songs remain alert and surprising. The 48K’s ensure that their songs do not rest or refrain- every song has a determined drive that keeps you arrested and on the edge of your seat. The way Q.O.T.S.A. employ so many different guitar shades comes through in For Every Day a Memory. Homme is a master of diversity and phenomenal fret work. Every album and song from the band (Queens’) contains glimpses of the passion and energy that has made the band legendary- they ensure all of their music is filled with layers and heart. The 48K’s have displayed an adeptness that means that can mingle sounds of the desert together with barbed wire guitar work: shifting from darker and shadowed number to catchier rushes, that pioneering ambition and spirit can be applied to the Doncaster quintet. Kasabian are a band that have grown and improved with age. Their current offering perhaps marks a peak: imbued with epics and stadium-sized riot, 48:13 is a stunning album. The 48K’s make sure they do not succumb to boredom or aimless wandering- like so many of their peers- and have plenty of stadium-themed numbers; pumped-up and rampant fun spars with lariness and excitement- in addition to some great social commentary. Whereas Kasabian are not noted for their lyrical nous, The 48K’s have a better ear for dialogue: their songs are sharper and more compelling- perhaps not up to Alex Turner’s standards but pretty impressive none-the-less. The Doncaster troupe mix Kasabian-esque frivolity and catchiness with a terrific sense of story and surprise- making me think of Arctic Monkeys. It may sound like an obvious comparison- how many Indie bands aren’t compared to them?- but not in the way you think. The vocals and compositions stray from the Sheffield boys’ mould: the comparable take-away is the songs; the narratives and witness is there. The 48K’s are skillful and confident when dressing-down dishonest and unfaithful loves; spiking and masterful when bringing in strange characters and street scenes- that rounded and quotable ability stands their songs out; giving inspiration to fellow songwriters. ’60s and ’70s icons come to mind when thinking of the band. Some of For Every Day a Memory‘s more primal and hypnotising numbers put me in mind of Led Zeppelin. Our boys are capable of offering powering and divine riffs; pummeling and intense percussion- full-blooded and heavy vocals. When the quintet’s mind turns towards pointing the finger (and casting blame and aspersion), that same passion- that Zeppelin pioneered- comes to the fore: maybe not on the same chest-beating level as the legends, our boys put on a hell of a show- mixing Blues touches of the ’30s and ’40s with a dramatic and lustful soul. When witnessing the band’s catchy melodies and sense of fun, it is hard not to think of The Beatles. If you listen to the band’s The Beatles-era work; the sound that rings through that (double) album is infectious and endlessly fascinating. The 48K’s have a Beatle-esque sound in their music: Beat Invasion ’60s vibes mix with a sense of free spirit and head-nodding sing-along. When the vocals are doubled and augmented (by the band), you can almost picture the Liverpudlian four-piece- Gotta Get Out is probably the best example of this. The last two examples I will draw in are U.S. Blues-Rock bands: The White Stripes and The Black Keys. When surveying For Every Day a Memory, I catch glimmers of The White Stripes’ debut album: the guitar sound is quite similar; that D.I.Y. and chugging momentum; the banging and grand riffs- it definitely has a touch of the Detroit duo’s late-’90s output. The way Jack White mixes Blues, Metal, Punk and Alternative can be compared with The 48K’s. A lot of bands do not fuse that many sounds together; our boys draw in multiple sounds and flavours into their songs- bolster its weight with methodical and considered incorporation. Jack White’s (current) solo work has clout and plenty of personal insight. He talks of separation and dishonest women: The 48K’s skillfully pen tales of tangled love and the need for freedom and contemplation- without coming across as chauvinist or arrogant. Moulded into compositions which spin Blues riot into a centrifuge of modern-day urgency, the Doncaster lads seamlessly blend these strands together. When listening to Turn Blue (by The Black Keys), you cannot help but to be amazed by the depth and nuance of the material. Essentially a ‘break-up album’, it has plenty of recrimination and anger within. The 48K’s do never let their sentiments turn to bitterness: like the Ohio duo, the lads are skillful potrayers of fragmented love and ill-fated relations. It is perhaps the overall sound that has my mind racing (to compare the two). Joining Blues wail with spellbinding and contrasting jams, The Black Keys’ latest album is a work that grows and grow- its charms are revealed after multiple listens. The 48K’s have a similar quality: a lot of their songs are instant and direct; others stake their claim across repeated spins. Uniting Stripes-esque Blues rawness with a more defined and rounded Black Keys sound, their (The 48K’s) songs conjoin tenderness and reflection with bitter sparks and overt outpouring; colourful and striking sounds; repeatable and kick-your-feet jams- projected in their own distinct voice. If any of these bands and acts capture your attention, then you will find a lot to recommend within For Every Day a Memory. Whilst being unique and ambitious, the quintet have embers of some of the greats- both old and new- which will appeal to new converts and the undecided voters alike.

Kicking off the album is Time & Again. With a tumbling and Blues-tinged riff- that marries The Black Keys with the Fratellis- it is an energised and intense beginning. Designed to get the body moving, the catchy and intent opening salvo. has plenty of passion and punch to it. When our frontman comes to the mic., his words are upbeat and redemptive. His girl may be doubtful or in a down-turned mood- in order to rectify this, our man wants to “show you everything I’ve seen“; turn her frown upside down. The energised and persistent swagger of the composition gets the song directly into your brain. As the scenes and requests pour forth, it seems that maybe his sweetheart is holding him back. Perhaps too demanding and righteous, our frontman is sacrificing a lot for her- he goes on to say that she is cramping his style. Desirous of some freedom and breathing space, the chorus acts as an exorcism- backed on vocals, the addictive repetition (of the song’s title) enforces the sense of suffocation. Ensuring that the bonhomie never slips, the boisterous delivery keeps things compelling and upbeat. His girl is trying to please (perhaps)- “Seven out of ten for your effort there“- you wonder what it is that is being scored- perhaps just being her is not quite enough. Claiming that he is not the fairest judge, you sense that his love is not putting her best foot forward. As the song progresses- and our hero asks to be driven to a local bar- half of your mind asks whether a friend is being assessed- perhaps a ligger or hanger-on (that is a bit too needy and nerdy). In the banged-up car, you sense disharmony and fractured relations: our frontman’s delivery (displaying the passion and determination of early-career Oasis) makes every word sound urgent as hell. A rousing opening coda, the song reveals multiple layers. After the two-thirds mark, a brief- but squalling- coda riff adds electricity and passion into the mix; ensuring a slight deviation, it shows the band’s talent for surprise- injecting a much-needed display of fretwork. Anthemic and insatiable, our hero strikes about a determined composition: heading out for the night, his confidence is shot; his anonymous subject is once more cramping his style- you feel that explosion is imminent. Never dropping its momentum or sense of infectiousness, it is a brilliant kick-off track. Instilled with attitude, Flick ‘Em The V’s starts with a pummeling and spiraling intro.- the guitars weave and wail; the percussion clatters and chatters- Indie and Garage-Rock of today mixes with ’90s U.S. Blues- to create an exhilarating sound. Stating “If you don’t lose then you can’t win“, the song’s subject beat the rest; putting the effort in, our frontman wants to buy him a beer- the ambitious hero has come through some trial and is deserving of his libation. Climbing ladders and skipping rope, there is ambiguity afoot: whether referring to an ambitious career-climbing friend- or literally assessing physical activity- you get the feeling that here is an ambitious and driven person- their zeal may well see them fall down a slippery slope. Whether an athletic superhero or kick-ass business brain, the hero needs to stick two fingers up- he has climbed high and is not letting anyone take him down. Once more presenting a captivating composition, you are fully entranced in the song: with our hero guffawing and living life at full chat, it is a rally cry for the boys. As the song progresses, light is shed- we are dealing with events in the athletic realm. Having reached the final, our hero has the chance to make the bookies cry- he is an odd-on favourite. By the last clattering and conclusive notes- marrying bolstered riffs with percussive smash- vivid images swim into mind- the hero would have won the race; flipped the v-sign (probably going for a beer afterwards). Less spiky and hard-edged- more open and melodious- Pipe Dream sees the band step more into Indie territory– and slightly away from Blues. To document our frontman’s realities: he lives his life in “turquoise skies’; daydreaming and hopelessly ambitious, there is restlessness to the vocal delivery- you can sense that he wants more out of life. Growing old before his time, you can hear the cracks on his face: that premature maturity is subjugating and confining his potential- backed on vocals, the song sees his comrades support his plight. More Pop-infused than previous numbers, the band showcase their talent for range and mood: there is a great mix of hopeful and resigned; insightful and vague- so many different strands and threads work away in the track. Fear comes creeping in; the years are seeping away- our frontman is going to “make it better.” Speaking to his love- or perhaps a treasured friend- he has salvation: the person can make the sun shine; provide comfort and safety- inspire our man to get what he wants out of life. With melodious charm and smile, there is a feel of ’60s Pop: it is the band’s most overtly positive and redemptive song- it leaves you with a nice little grin on your face. Starting with a boisterous riff- mingling Status Quo’s Down Down with modern-day Arctic Monkeys- Lead the Way certainly has early potential. The intro. snakes and develops; grows in pace and energy- nicely leading into the vocal. Looking at his subject, our frontman sees them close their eyes and drift away- sun beating on their face, you speculate as to what is being documented. It seems like a friend is in trouble perhaps; not overly fraught- but prone to moments of vulnerability- our frontman offers a supportive shoulder- if they need him at any time, they know what to do. Once more showing their tender side- following the album’s opening grit and accusations- it is a comforting and warm song- with ample stir and fascination. Twists and turns are on every street; our (wise) frontman has seen what dangers lie ahead- backed by his band again, the multiple vocals ensure the track is inspiring and anthemic throughout. Designed to inspire legions of fans- to get up and chant along- its heart and sense of care never subsides. Most bands may come off as saccharine or cloying- when detailing similar themes- yet The 48K’s pack suitable conviction and invigoration into the song- the guitars stand out here; periodically providing some curdling and roaring pride. Perfect for the summer days: window wound down and the open road in front, it leaves the listener with a lot to reflect upon. Back in meatier territory, Forget Never Met rocks up with its cool swagger; Blues-tinged leather jacket; wind in its hair, it is a suitably bad-ass beginning- you just know the song is going to have some pertinent messages forthcoming. Discontent and let down, our frontman is reading bad news- whether talking about the media (or something on social media), he is resigned and anxious- savouring the moments he actually feels alright. Perhaps betrayed and double-crossed by (loyal) friends, there is one thing for it: head into the night to find someone “I’ve never met“- perhaps random strangers and strangeness will be more loyal. Backed by a kicking and Blues-Rock undertone (a bit like a slowed-down version of The White Stripes’ Instinct Blues), our frontman has someone in mind- they cannot forget them; perhaps they are inspiring his current state. With the anonymous and undefined stranger in mind, it acts as a metaphor for a state of mind: events have caused quite a lot of distress and annoyance; hitting the road to destinations unknown, confusion and anger seem to inflict our frontman’s mind. Not able to picture his subject’s face, a myriad of thoughts and contradictions flood in: the song causes so many visions and possibilities to pour forth, you wonder what the true meaning is- it keeps things intriguing and open for interpretation. Marked by a restless and winning vocal (from our frontman and backing); a cool-edged composition and a sense of hope, Forget Never Met is a perfect way to close the album’s first third. Back Home is next, and begins with jiving, stuttering and weaving guitar riffs; cool and slinky, ducking and diving, it definitely has intent and purpose on it mind. With a lighter and more passional vocal, our lead is in a car park by the underground: trying to find his way home, there is a sense of dislocation and loss- the song wins you over with its striking scenes and sense of story. Having progressed to the pub- four friends in tow- a lack of sobriety results in them missing the last bus: the capers continue and homely destinations are a distant proposition. Rooting for our man, a cat-and-mouse game unfolds: he is thwarted at every possible juncture- a drunken version of Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz it seems. Joyful, carefree and swaying, the song has a cheeky and loveable charm- mixing rousing “Come on come on come on“s, ’90s Indie/Rock, ’60s Pop and modern-day Indie spiral together. Not too over-sung or over-performed, the song has just the right balance of projection and mood: meaning you are invested in it until the final moments- our man no closer to reaching his front door. A likeable wander, you just hope that he made it back safely- or spent the night on a park bench somewhere. With the percussion giving It Can’t Be Me a suitably punched and pronounced heartbeat- a weaving and delirious intro. gets things off to a flyer. The song looks at our frontman and his identity: a shadow of himself, his reflection is scaring him to death. Whether disappointed by the image that comes to mind- or acting out of character- there is definite anxiety to be found- jumping at shadows and noises, something has rattled his brain. The percussion is particularly impressive: driving things forward, it layers on the sense of discontent and defragmentation- kudos here indeed. Taking a while to return to planet Earth; grappling with common sense, time seems to be slipping away- I was wondering whether a certain event had triggered this thought process. Before my mind imagines, a psychedelic and wigged-out guitar riff seduces and intoxicates- leading to a springing and itinerant bass line, the composition shifts and mutates brilliantly. Perhaps weighed down by a relationship; under the cosh of a stressful life, our frontman wants to be left alone- leave the heel-steppers alone and try to rediscover his former (better) self. Once more instilled with sing along potential, events are not too repressed and foreboding- the band ensure that you sympathise with the plight (rather than overlook it). Escape and release define Gotta Get Out: beginning with a calmed and measured intro. the pressure and pace start to build- notching up the degree of fascination and speculation. Able to do and say what he pleases; be where he wants to be, our frontman can do this because he is alone- perhaps his sweetheart is an anchor he needs to cast off. With a Beatle-esque composition, you get caught up in the swing and charm of the music- whilst focusing on the recriminations of the foreground. With his other half pusillanimous and circumscribed, our man heads out on his own- you cannot change the future; he sure as shoot can achieve it on his own terms. The chorus is an impassioned and chanted mantra: defining the song’s terms, a clear sense of emancipation comes in- having lived an undesirable life for too long, now is the chance to shine. No longer emasculated or under the thumb, perhaps things are turning the corner- as the song progresses you wonder whether it is a relationship (being focused on) or perhaps a suffocating associate- when our frontman says “Gonna take you all on my own” it makes me doubt my convictions. The song has the power to make you question and second-guess. By the final notes, I assessed my assuredness and still stuck with my guns- instilled my theories with some new shades and insights. Youthful passion and intention starts Feel About You– signs of Up the Bracket Libertines came to my mind. With the guitar sharper, punctuated and more atmospheric; the song makes you sway and nod- possessed of a cheeky charm. Our hero wants his subject- I was thinking it was his lover- to tell him her secrets: open up tonight and let honesty and truth come out. Enraptured in a true sense of love, nothing will change the feelings (he has about his girl): whatever skeletons or ghosts haunt the closet, they will not make a difference- here is a solid and defined relationship too strong to suffer easy cracks. The song drives and never relents; the cheer and sheer energy keeps on going: that delirious and indefatigable kick grips you right the way along. Telling his beau to “Forget situations“; overlook diminutive impurities and indiscretions; forsake every little cosmetic blemish- it would take something monumental to phase our unflappable hero. Few Indie bands have such a openness and romantic positivity: it makes the song a strange (but pleasurable) aberration- an apparition that should scare bands into writing similar tracks. Notable for its tender and earnest vocal, the track is augmented by a band performance that is tight and perfectly in-step: the guys commingle with true sympatico and intuition; making the song focused and relentless. Take Me Back starts with a primal and lurching crawl; displaying some crepuscular Pixies menace, the intro. here is among the most intriguing on the set. Opening itself up- for a brief moment- the parable is brief but memorable. Our frontman wants to come back home. His voice filled with spiked venom; grit and masculine gravel, the direct and urgent delivery is hypnotic- the delivery has a catchy and insatiable projection- words are repeated and overlapped. Backing vocals encroach and echo- which sees the chorus put right up front- which quite an unusual and impressive consideration. Our man dreams of waking up- when sleeping- and getting away: he is being forgiven by a person he is not familiar with- perhaps a drunken night has seen him bed a regretful conquest? Unsure how it got this far, the morning light is illustrative and harsh: the mannish and laddish swagger of the song makes sure little sympathy is provided to the heroine. Taking a walk back home, a twinkle is in the eye: negotiating and perambulating the dark streets, his spirits and senses are back at their most heightened. Kasabian, The White Stripes and Led Zeppelin mix with Arctic Monkeys in a sense: the former camp is represented by impassioned Blues, rousing choruses and masculine energy; the latter by that distinct northern Indie sound- tied to lyrics that have one eye on the streets and one in the bedroom. The enticing mixture of flavours ensures that the track lodges into your mind- I am sure that it is a firm live favourite. Crunching and dizzying riffs join with pummeling and scattershot percussive rolls; propulsive and forceful bass notes mean that there is no leniency or intrancegency- it is a track that demands your full attention. As we start to approach the end, Sitting on My Own comes to play. Acoustic notes begin the track- subverting expectation and circumventing your predictions- to give the album a new twist and layer: not prominent up until this point, it acts as a pleasing ballast- the intro. has a tight energy, yet is romantic and tender. It is  not too long before spiraled and elliptical electronics overtake proceedings- upping the ante, the track’s intro. is a fascinating little nugget. I was intrigued by early words. Our hero is speaking to his subject: unwilling to get their feet wet, the heat has arrived. It seems that the heroine has timidity in her soul: our frontman is sitting on his own and wants to find a more adventurous and daring partner- someone who can take a leap and make their voice heard. Perhaps not instilled with the same conviction and passion of previous tracks, it is a pleasing and pleasant track- one that does not suffer by being low down the tracklisting. The composition has a traditional Indie feel that will draw in some eager ears- its loyal and authoritative beating heart is its most impressive facet. Not giving his sweetheart a moment for rebuttal, he is inflamed: she wants apology and some compromise; whatever has unfolded, an apology is not going to happen- there is a distance between them. Providing a cold shoulder- on a hot day- it is time to see “just how much you mean to me.” As his girl sits on her own- waiting for someone to call- you are left wondering whether reconciliation and reappraisal will be forthcoming- perhaps too much damage has been done. By the end, it seems that a middle-ground has been achieved: détente and emotional tontine has led to some (albeit vague) mutuality. A stomping and hell-yeah punch opens up Valentine’s Day– it is a coda you want extended and elongated- the band tease with its succinct and brief charm. The song’s core falls in love too easily; our frontman seems to have seen this all before: the heroine is decked in resplendent garments; quite eye-catching and alluring, her man is sweeping her off her feet- you sense that the infatuation will be brief and predictable. Familiar with the route of events, she “wouldn’t have it any other way.” Perhaps a teachable moment is needed: sitting down the heroine and highlighting her naivety and destructive patterns. Love is blind (is the axiom); postulate and noble truth- an idiom that has a particular relevance and universal truth here. The no-good dick she is hanging around with is going to jerk her around; toss her aside with callous ease, our frontman wants her to shape up- asking what the hell she is doing, you wonder why she puts herself in this position. More an adage than an aphorism, the song’s maxims have been heard before: we all can relate to the type of woman who is being eviscerated- the listener will picture the heroine of the song with clarity and detail. Offering up plenty of hard-edged and primal lust, the track sweats, contorts and smacks: it defines and solidifies the song’s words; adding focus and much-needed clarity. Hoping it’s different (this time), the band seem less optimistic- the shark is circling and will claim its victim. Displaying a composition that is more mobile and unpredictable (than past numbers), the mood drops and rises- the band step up a gear here and provide one of their finest tracks. Being a man, our frontman knows how his gender (and mine) operates. A sense of sarcasm and insincerity echoes in the chorus: not washing his hands of her, it seems that nothing he can say can change his mind- by the final moments, he is bereft and exhausted by his friend’s foolhardy and exhausting ways. Ensuring that the final tracks on the album are no latchkey child (or sapling), The Fortune Teller has a verminous and grumbled introduction. With Queens of the Stone Age majesty, the opening moments are certainly invigorating and menacing. The vocals slip into Arctic Monkeys trousers; that same aloof and distinct tone (that Alex Turner perfected) shows some influence on our frontman- the song’s words distance themselves from the Sheffield icons. Asking to be taken out tonight- to the city of bright lights- it seems that our hero is keen to lighten his wallet- give his fortune away and lose it all. Whilst walking on the sand, he wonders what to do tonight- enticed and lead astray (by the city and its proclivities), it seems that our man is embarking on a dangerous course. Stating that “You can have it if you like” a feeling of disconcertedness and unfeeling detachment is enforcing his mandate: less concerned with material wealth, there are more pressing thoughts on his mind. Not revealing the motives behind his benevolence and recklessness, you speculate as to the circumstances behind the story. It is an original song that presents a new take on personal anxieties and disenfranchisement: the images and scenarios proffered mix vividity and distance meaning- full clarity is never obtained (ramping up the sense of mystery and mystique). With the emphatic chorus (ensuring it will not budge from your brain)- for weeks to come- it is a terrific ante-penultimate track- leaving you wanting more. When more does come, it begins with a springing and waltz-like introduction. Its Garage-Rock/Blues luster cannot be denied or overlooked- reminding me of The White Stripes’ debut (songs like Broken Bricks and Jimmy the Exploder particularly). Tired of mathematicians and politicians plaguing the airwaves, our frontman has had enough of things. Offering lies and half-arsed truths, there is no assurance or faith forthcoming: our man wants something he can believe in. Having confidence in himself (his friends and his girl), it is the rest of the world that cannot be trusted- the deceitful and dishonest public figures are causing derision and annoyance. Not content to let his words do all the talking, the composition makes its mark throughout. The chugging Garage riff that propels the song never relents; energised and colourful solos add barbed wire- shout and virulent rage spar with one another. The band seems energised and up for the fight: the way they combine and lift the song is to be commended- lesser groups would tire and offer less passion. Our frontman turns in one of his most intense and direct vocals here: towards the closing moments, it rises and augments with menace and meaning- backed by an accelerated composition, it emphasises the song’s anxiety and desperation. For Every Day a Memory’s swan-song is Falling Down. Starting with a militaristic and tribal drum-roll, you are sat to attention; joined by gentler and lighter guitar strings, a curious and colourful blend is stirred. Determined to end the album with a majesty, the track grips and grabs onto you. With his voice somewhat distant and echoed, our frontman is examining a particular subject: perhaps looking at a love or a friend, it seems he has had enough. The heroine’s daydreaming and friend rotating is tiring and ingratiating; she is going to suffer a downfall and heartache (if she keeps going on this way)- a lesson needs to be learned. If talking to his focal point- or another person- it seems that they are the “only dreamers left around.” On their feet, everyone else is falling down and failing- you can hear the discontent and loneliness in the vocal. In a world where he cannot relate to anyone else, our frontman is clinging onto his friend- the only visionaries and brave souls in town. With that constant percussive riffle in the fray, the urgency and directness never relinquishes. The band mix aching and fuzzy guitar riffs with more sombre and spacey threads; throbbing bass ties everything together nicely- it is one of their most compelling and full compositions. As the chorus comes back around, you think whether our frontman will find his meaning and answers- detached from most of the crowd, here is a man looking for similar bodies and minds. By the final notes, you wonder how things worked out- cliffhangers linger as For Every Day a Memory ends its course.

Before I get down to assessing the band- and highlighting the positives- let us have a closer look. At 15 tracks, the album is a lot to digest. The tracks are excellent, but it may take a couple of listens to take it all in. If you listen to every track is one go, they will not elicit their full potential. It is a record that needs proper investigation and digestion. Maybe the band could have trimmed one or two songs- skimmed a bit to ensure an overall strength- and tightened some of the longer numbers up. The band is original and unique for the most part; some songs tread into Arctic Monkeys territory- the folly and natural instinct of every Indie band. When they do go down this road, perhaps some of their special charm is distilled and watered-down- a lot of other acts suffer this fate. Those are perhaps the only constructive points I will raise: they are not big issues, but maybe something that will remedied when their new E.P. is released. If we assess the positives, then there is plenty to find. The intros. are short and concise throughout: too many bands provide elongated and rambling introductions- the band’s truncated and thoughtful approach makes the songs more focused and urgent. In so much as I have said (some tracks are a bit overly-long), the majority of the tracks seem brief and short- the charm and quality means they whiz by and leave you wanting more. This harmony is achieved due to the band’s songwriting ability. None of the songs sound the same; themes are different and shift- the group approach songwriting with an openness and ambition. Not content to stick with one dimension; our boys look at love, personal insight, money, modern life and regret- so much is investigated across the L.P.- it will appeal to a wide range of listeners. The production and tracklisting is well-considered and impressive. The album is not top or bottom-heavy: the finest tracks are placed appropriately so that the momentum never relents; by the final songs you are left wanting to hear more. The crisp and clear production gives the songs a polish and shine- all the words and notes have a sharpness and sound that means they resonate and ensure nothing gets buried, muted or overcrowded. Each song has its own skin and personality: the band retain their own core sound; open their palette and infuse the pot with diversions, new directions and contours. A rich and rewarding disc, it is not just another album by another Indie band. So many new artists record albums that do not offer too much or separate themselves apart- The 48K’s have enough promise and potential to suggest that they will gain mass critical acclaim. If they can remain disciplined and intelligent- ensuring they keep things tight and taut- then they will have an exceptional and busy future. The album impresses because of the performance of the band as a whole. The vocals are constantly exciting and passionate: able to change course and provide so many emotions, you have to give applause to our frontman. Whilst keen to distinguish himself from any particular names, a clear voice comes out- one that is hard to compare with too many others. It is the conviction and urgency that really makes the vocal stand out- no song suffers due to insincerity or ill regard. The guitar work is potent and electrifying throughout. Mixing in Blues and Garage acts (such as The White Stripes and The Black Keys), the strings can mutate into Indie slams; psychedelic vibes and Pop-tinged seductions- so much difference and diversity is offered. Again, our band do not tread on anyone’s toes: the riffs and parables are very much the work of The 48K’s- few other bands have a distinct edge; making the Doncaster boys a real treat. Tight and driving, the bass holds all the tracks together; it adds its own menace and weight- showcasing an ear for melody, mood and surprise. On many of the tracks that startling bass added a tonne of heart and restlessness- combining seamlessly with the rest of the band. Percussion notes range from pitter-patter and soft to emphatic and pummeling- the drumming is consistently striking and strong. Few Indie bands are noticeable because of their drummer: The 48K’s have quite a fertile and promising stick-wielder in their ranks. Before I move on, I shall just encapsulate the album (in a few lines). There is plenty of catchiness to be found: heart, emotion and anger sit alongside one another; nothing seems forced or unnatural. Possessed of depth, intelligence and professionalism, it is a dizzying array of tracks. Whilst not all 15 tracks hit such a heady peak, there are no outsiders or obvious weak tracks- the lesser numbers still contain necessary clout and impression. I am staggered the band have so much material and quality to play around with here- expecting an E.P. or smaller album, it is a mark of their ambition that they put forward something as rounded and brilliant as For Every Day a Memory.

I have typed quite a few words- I shall not keep you too much longer- but it is important to give a summary: assess where the band are going and how they fit into the scene. For Every Day a Memory is a stunning collection of songs and moments that seems more like a film: so many different stories and moments are packed in; it is as though you are watching an epic of the screen. If the likes of Edwyn Collins takes the time to recommend your music, then you can’t be going far wrong- the man is not exactly renowned for his poor taste and judgement. The boys may have enlivened and entranced Doncaster; bewitched Yorkshire and the north- they should prepare themselves to take their music a lot further than that. I know that For Every Day a Memory has drawn support from fans across the U.K.: the lads have been getting some positive feedback and praise from all across the country. Even though the album was released last year, its appeal and sense of fascination is still burning- commentators and music-lovers are still paying paen to it now. Even though Indie and Indie-Rock are busy and bustling genres, there is a huge amount of potential for profitability- if you are up for the fight. Those that are prepared to put in the graft and effort will reap the benefits; win fans and see their stock rise- as the years go by. The 48K’s will definitely be one of the biggest acts to watch- as we head into 2015. Their passion, flair and talents cannot be denied: they approach music with such consideration it means that all of their tracks are full and well-considered. Bands either lack lyrical clout or suffer when it comes to music and vocals. The quintet pack each song with beautifully vivid and stirring words- themes that cover a spectrum of emotions and subjects. The vocal projections are urgent and rousing; infested with such a gripping sense of occasion, it draws you in- pulling you straight into the song. With tight and layered compositions; consistently stunning performances, the lads have managed to perfect their craft- standing aside from so many so-so acts. So what of the future? Well; I am guessing that some pretty illustrious tour dates will come their way- venues and promoters would be remiss if they overlooked the quintet. The most obvious prediction I can proffer regards predilection: so many new fans will be arriving the way of The 48K’s. Support and popularity is as important and necessary- if you want your music to take off- as anything else: with their numbers increasing and swelling it is not going to be long until the boys get their rightful acclaim. With a new four-track E.P. on the horizon, it is not long before new material is afoot. It will be great to see how the boys have developed and changed- since For Every Day a Memory– and what new inspiration they have picked up. I will leave the review with one particular point: the next year in music. This year has seen the uncovering of some pretty special musicians; a host of terrific acts have made their voices known- I wonder how many of these musicians will make their way into the mainstream. You can always tell whether an act is going to make it big or not: quite a few will be around for a couple of years but will probably not survive in the long-term. The 48K’s are one of the acts you feel will take it all the way. It may take a little while for the boys to climb to the heady heights of their heroes, but the signs look good: if they keep stamping out music of this quality, then they will be big names to be reckoned with. The quintet has assimilated a wealth of influence and knowledge; the kinship and closeness of the band members comes through in their stunning music- they are a group you really want to succeed. Hopefully they can go on amazing their home crowds and flock; I see the guys’ potential further afield: their sound has an international and flexible appeal that will be appreciated by music-lovers across North America, Europe- and beyond. You can only imagine it is a matter of time before demand comes in from across the world- once the full potential of their music hits, it will be great to see just which countries and cities come calling for The 48K’s. Let us sit back and see; enjoy For Every Day a Memory– and wait for their new material to come forth. Safely and securely adorned in the comforts of home, our lads may well have to brace themselves for the bigger and hungrier world…

IF that is okay with them.

 

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Track Review: Broken 3 Ways- Work On It.

TRACK REVIEW:

 

Broken 3 Ways

 

Work On It

9.4/10.0

Work On It is available from:

The album Return to the Shack is released on 28th July

GENRES:

Ska, Punk

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Having witnessed so many Indie and Rock bands come through, my thoughts turn to this brilliant seven-piece Punk-Ska band.  Broken 3 Ways provide delirious and upbeat energy; angered and angular discontent, buoyant and impassioned vocals.  Work On It is a stunning song from one of this country’s finest live acts- make sure you check out these Wirral-based wonders.

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IT is not often that I get to step away…

from my normal course of investigations. Over the coming days, I will be assessing a couple of different albums: Indie and Rock are going to come under the radar. It is always great to delve into a band (or artist) with a terrific sound: discover something exciting and genuinely unexpected. As great as it is to hear these acts, a part of my mind always looks outwards: yearning to find sounds that are that little free-thinking. Rock, Indie and Grunge are genres that have many representatives: there are plenty of acts that give different takes on these particular forms. Aside from that, you get a fair smattering of terrific musicians- everything from Pop and Soul can be reinterpreted and redefined in bold and unexpected ways. I am excited today, because I get to look at two different topics: northern music and Ska. When looking at the north, most of my attention is primed at Yorkshire: the county has taken up quite a lot of my time and passion across the years. It seems to be the region to discover what is genuinely hot and upcoming: the multitude and range of different sounds far surpasses that (provided) by other areas of the U.K. I will not go into too much detail with regards Yorkshire- having laboured the point so many times- but something wonderful is happening if you head further up the country: the musicians here are creating something quite special indeed. It was only a few days ago I was lamenting the lack of great Liverpudlian and Mancunian artists- Liverpool and Manchester have such a historic reputation; the apparent energy and tremendous output seen in the ’80s and ’90s has subsided somewhat- there are still some terrific bands here; far fewer than I would predict. The problem is the nature of the genres pervaded: artists still lean too heavily towards the avenues of Rock, Indie (and its sub-genres)- the diversity and experimentation is lacking. With Yorkshire boasting authoritative Swing and Electro. acts; an incredible ’50s-inspired chic songstress; solid and reputable Pop-Soul artists- you wonder why one county is leading such an emphatic charge. Across the North West of England, there is a revival happening: fascinating and original artists are poking through; presenting music that separates itself from the predictable mass- offering the listener new and scintillating experiences. My featured act hail from the Wirral: an area of the U.K. that is showcasing some of the nation’s hungriest and most eager new musicians. Although not on the same rarefied level as Yorkshire, the Liverpool district is proving how adept and malleable the music scene is. One of the big problems with the mainstream is that the albums and songs put forth do not possess that much true diversity: certain albums will splice and mix genres; there are still a lot of forms of music that are relegated to niche and clandestine quarters. Popular demand and market forces have perhaps moulded a rigid and ill-defined core: something needs to be done to ensure that unexpected and flavoursome sounds are stirred into the mix. In order for this to happen, eyes must look towards new music- beholding and proffering the bravest and most compelling acts around. Before I expand on this point, I shall introduce my featured act:

Broken 3 Ways, a 7-piece ska-punk outfit from the Wirral, UK are living proof that raw talent, ambition and honesty can still prevail in an ailing music industry. It is no surprise that their energetic live performance has helped grow a loyal fan base throughout the Wirral and Liverpool music scene. Their signature sound in captures the raw essence of Ska-Punk with hard-hitting dual vocals, Skanking guitars and addictive brass that take their influence from bands such as Streetlight manifesto, Sublime, Rancid, Reel big fish and Capdown. Since 2008 the band have played hundreds of shows, supporting bands such as The English Beat and The Skints. In the summer of 2013 they enjoyed performing at a string of festivals across the North West including Zanzifest, Fort Perch Rocks and headline slots at The Gathering, Port Life and Summer Jam festivals. Their debut self funded album ‘Return to the Shack’ is due to be released summer 2014.”

Jay Peers Bow(Vox & Sax)

Scott Hyland(Vox & Guitar)

Jay Aldred(Trumpet)

Chris Gartman(Guitar)

Fal(Bass)

Shaun Price(Keys)

Ben Green(Drums)

Broken 3 Ways are a group that I have only know of for a few days, yet am excited to follow their careers- see just how far they can go. The fact that the group has received such incredible feedback- reviewers and commentators see them as an institution as opposed to a band- is due to the music they play: you are going to struggle to list a whole lot of other acts that sound similar to them. Ska and Punk are genres not often bonded and fused: having quite a few similarities you wonder why new musicians are not joining these genres together in matrimony. Both are based around energy and passion; the blending of elliptical and danceable Ska- tied to harder and rawer Punk- creates quite a sensation. Broken 3 Ways have cleverly discovered a rare form of music: their songs are among some of the most exciting and invigorating you will hear in all of music. Reviewers and publications have been keen to point out just how terrific (the band is) in the live arena: their performances are legendary and unforgettable; that insatiable seven-piece fill venues with merriment, swing and joy- there is no negative motive or chance occurrences. Bands that usually provide fun and fascination do so because of the quality of their performances- rarely does the music itself appeal to such a deep-down and primal core. With new music housing so many heavier and Indie-based acts- where the music can be introverted and overly emotional- Broken 3 Ways present something more extrovert, all-inclusive and delirious- one taste of their insane sway and you are hooked for life. With their new album on the horizon- I shall touch on this in my conclusion- their future is going to be very busy and packed: the L.P. is destined to see many new fans convert themselves to the Wirral-based clan- and experience the wonder. Before I get down to investigating the band (in closer detail), I will make one more point: that which concerns Ska itself. Here is a genre that few of us are overly familiar with. My main exposure to this type of music is through the likes of Madness and The Specials- quite mainstream and predictable but still geniuses of the form. Whilst Suggs’ crew have an air of Cockney happy-chappy cheekiness about them, it is perhaps The Specials that stick out in my mind- their fusing of darker and sharper edges beautifully contrasts their upbeat and mesmeric swirls of majesty. Broken 3 Ways have a lot in common with the Coventry clan: that comparable sense of adventurousness and lust shines through in their music. Too many people focus too narrowly: so much treasure and marvel can be found if you expand your mind and take risks- with regards your listening experience. As the Wirral band are proving; if you offer the public something genuinely distinct- with familiar and classic edges- you garner a huge reaction: their reputation and legacy is expanding and developing by the week.

It is at this stage of a review that I look back an artist’s past: examine their past sounds; the songs that got them to where they are- trying to explain how their sound has changed and grown. The band have been going for over five years now: Return to the Shack is their most fully realised and full-bodied work- the first comprehensive representation of the pioneering group. The most prominent exposure the band has had is in the live arena- it is where they cut their chops and got critical tongues wagging. Honing and premiering their music, most of their movements have been made away from the studio- making it difficult to see just what a leap they have made. That said, I have been searching YouTube and the Internet for Broken 3 Ways live cuts. The raw and urgent energy that defines their live performances is certainly something to witness- of course you can never realise the full effect through a laptop. Having played hundreds of shows- and rotated their band line-up- the seven-piece have spent a lot of time perfecting their sound- in addition to settling and cementing their ranks. This year is the most important one for them as it sees the release of their debut album- the first chance to see how the songs transition from the stage to the studio. Being a self-funded album, the boys have also had a lot of creative input (into the album’s production). Because of this, there is not a huge difference to be found- in a great way. A lot of albums would see once great songs somewhat distorted- the energy and captivation of the live performance is nurtured and diminished.  Back in 2009, the band did unveil a demo E.P.- the nine tracks on there give a good impression of their embryonic thoughts and feelings.  Tracks like Brass Knuckles, Wasted and I Ain’t No Racist crackle with the same energy and rawness that defines their current sounds.  Whilst not a full album, it gives an insight into an eager young band.  The quality of their early music is surprisingly high and rich.  My personal favourite tracks- Woody and I Said Now What– capture my mind with their incredible compositions and memorability.  The production values are high; I would say they have grown since 2009.  The confidence of the performances has increased; the band draw in more depth and colour into their music- that vital urgency (and trademark sound is there) but they have a huge confidence and sense of ambition.  The songwriting has become sharper and more intuitive; the vocal turns are more striking and compelling- the countless tour dates over the past five years have seen the band hone their skills.  Whilst anger runs through most of their work, Broken 3 Ways have drawn in more emotional depth- their new material is testament to a group that never stop aiming high and wide. When listening to Return to the Shack’s numbers, you imagine you are in a venue- at one of the band’s shows, it as thought you are hearing the songs from the front row. The dual vocals and ferocious intention goes a long way to making this happen- backed by stunningly evocative compositions, the album is a raw and primal animal. For anyone that may be turning their head- thinking the band are just hot, heavy and brutal- then think again. Influences such as The Specials and Streetlight Manifesto come through across the album- that blend of passion, intrigue and emotional undertone bubbles through. What impresses me most about Broken 3 Ways is their range and motility: their songs do not stick to one pace or theme; there is surprise and movement to be found. Work On It is a perfect representation of all of this: the colours and flavours that make the band such a special prospect are wonderfully mixed in the track- I shall examine the song in more depth in due time. Few modern bands are such a special live prospect- maybe few would expect a studio-recorded album to match the heady heights. There is no overproduction or muted sound: the group keep everything honest and in tact- you would not notice a huge different between the two disparate settings. What the album does show, is of a band with a lot to say: possessed of an original and potent voice, Return to the Shack is an impassioned record that has no weaknesses or slip-ups- everything contained within knocks you off of your feet. I would advise anyone- that is new to the band- to go and see them live; maybe seek out a video or two of theirs- just to see how they make their name. It must be quite a phenomenal experience- seeing them in the flesh- and is something I shall endeavour to do in the coming years. Only having their studio sounds in mind, the best thing I can do is to give a fair assessment of how strong their music is- here and now in 2014. It is clear that the developments- band members changing; multiple gigs- have inspired terrific music; solidified their magic and menace- their debut is a sure-fire hit and stunning record. Not too bloated or vague, there is a sense of clarity and concision throughout. Nobody sounds like them- they do not sound like anyone- making them a unique bird: an act that does not leave you scrambling towards other artists. Of course there are notes of other acts- I examine this below- but the abiding sensation is of a hungry group that are doing things on their own terms- shouting their voice to the world and wanting to make as many friends as possible. That sense of inclusion and community is the strongest bond in their music: they do not make music just for them; they want the listener to connect and feel involved- you get a clear sense of this dynamic when listening to their songs. If you want these kind of qualities in music- we all do to be fair- then you cannot go far wrong with Broken 3 Ways are the guys for you.

If you are seeking any similar-sounding artists- those that inspire the band- there are a few names that can be mentioned. Streetlight Manifesto are perhaps the most clear-cut influence for Broken 3 Ways. The New Jersey Ska-Punk band employ embers of ’50s and ’60s music into their agenda: incorporating eastern European aspect into their later work and keeping their music distinct and changeable. At their core is that energetic rush and primal feel- complete with diverse and atmospheric horns their albums are awash with nuance and depth. Broken 3 Ways have elements of Everything Goes Numb (Streetlight Manifesto’s debut album) in their latest offerings. That hardcore spirit and sense of occasion comes through in their work; the incredible lyrics which look at hardcore themes and personal insight. Broken 3 Ways mix acceleration with deceleration; they keep the tempo malleable and flexible; their compositions bond darker shades with upbeat life: these qualities come through in Everything Goes Numb. Whereas the U.S. giants tend to fill a lot of their albums with scenes of despair, personal pain and against-the-odds violence; our seven-piece tend to offer up more positivity and openness- they draw the listener in a bit more and do not come off as aggrieved or discriminated against. The Hands That Thieve (Streetlight Manifesto’s latest album) is a more mature and fun endeavour: the songs mingle Third-Wave Ska ebullience with party times and depth. Most Ska bands can present something shallow and single-minded: songs for partying and getting your feet moving; that which contains little depth or range. That album possesses plenty of grown-up and intelligent undercurrents; emotion and resonating depth shows its hand- the L.P. is a fully rounded and compelling release. Broken 3 Ways have a similar multifareousness in their armoury: able to liven up dance-floors and let their majestic horn work invigorate; their music goes that bit deeper- songs and moments can soundtrack more introverted and solemn moments. It is a rare feat to be able to do this- when working in the genre- our boys have taken inspiration and guidance from the New Brunswick frontrunners. Sublime and Rancid are idols of the band. Sublime hail from California and mix Reggae-Rock alongside Ska-Punk- the group were renowned for their fusion of genres and sounds. Following on from the death of their lead (Brad Nowell), the band’s self-titled album was a tad overrated and under-stocked. A glimmer of their former selves, it did at least provide sights of what made them so special. Insatiable and gravitating hooks parabond with sexy Reggae numbers- the album is not a disappointment by any means. Broken 3 Ways provide some California sun-cum-Reggae sway: able to inject unforgettable hooks into their jams, the band instill some of the essence of the bygone legends. The suppleness and tautness that ran through Sublime appears on Work On It– the track does not rest or sound contented to do the bare minimum. Fellow Californians Rancid are a harder and more carnivorous act: their music takes in Street Punk, Hardcore and Ska-Punk. The band provide old-school Punk sounds with essences of The Clash: tied around a primal and urgent centre, they are one of the most inspirational bands of the genre. Broken 3 Ways have a unique and original voice, but have some shades of Rancid. Both bands provide fiery intensity and passionate speed; powerful hooks and repeatable songs. Whereas Rancid were hampered by some pseudo-intellectual moments- especially on their album Life Won’t Wait– Broken 3 Ways do not suffer this ignominy: their music is consistently vital and focused. Californian sounds feature highly on the band’s periscope: Reel Big Fish are another source of inspiration for the seven-piece. Like their contemporaries and Ska neighbours, Reel Big Fish have a beating Punk-Ska heart; instilling Alternative-Rock tones into their agenda, their music has inspired and compelled many modern Punk and Hard-Rock bands. Reel Big Fish have a sense of humour and ear for cross-hybridization that made albums like Why Do They Rock So Hard? so important. That album mixed Reggae sounds with Rock- it translated surprisingly well in Jamaica. The cheekiness and humour that synonimised the band can be found in the songs of Broken 3 Ways. Their album will showcase some tongue-in-cheek and impish mandates; it has slick and assured Ska-Punk rushes; incredible horn blasts and rushing compositions; a carnival of fun and deliriousness- the very qualities that cemented the reputation of Reel Big Fish. Capdown are one of the few English references for Broken 3 Ways. Formed in 1997- and still performing today- the band made their name with their independent releases and politicised songs. Broken 3 Ways are releasing Return to the Shack off of their own back: with no record label, the boys possess the same independent and bold spirit as Capdown. Their sophomore album- Pound for the Sound– saw positive themes and redemptive messages come through: ideals that rallied against racism and persecution made the album such an essential disc. A lot of Ska bands tend to train their thoughts to subjugated and repressed avenues- few incorporate necessary happiness and positivity. Whilst Broken 3 Ways do look at harsher and harder themes, their music is imbued with spirited and affirmative heart- there is plenty to enjoy and recommend. The final two influences- or bands- I shall mention are Madness and The Specials. Less Punk-infused and more traditional, there are threads you can take from both acts. Madness’ New Wave and Ska energy made them the legends they are. Whilst not as wacky and far-out as Madness, Broken 3 Ways have a similar sense of story and adventure. Both acts fill their songs with interesting characters, charming scenes and oddities- dimming the mood when required. From One Step Beyond…, Madness showed how versatile and mobile they were: combining various genres and music forms, the relentless sense of cheer and energy never drops. Broken 3 Ways appropriate a modicum of Madness’ wildness and alacrity- those distinct and regal horn climbs can be detected in both acts. Less The Nutty Boys; more The Headbutty Boys, Broken 3 Ways have retained the core and honest Ska sound Madness popularised, and added to it. The Specials were renowned for their angriness and essential lyrics: their songs looked at the realities of the streets and modern life. Father figures to the likes of Sublime, The Specials is a masterpiece of dissatisfaction. Whereas the album looked at the likes of teen pregnancy and the local streets, Broken 3 Ways take their creative mind elsewhere: their songs are instilled with some comparable urgency and striking vocals. The sharp and quote-worthy lyrics that ran rampage through the album have inspired the likes of Broken 3 Ways. Our boys have an ear for a terrific line; able to distill the essence of social impotency; strange scenes and characters; weird and disconcerting themes into coherent and compelling songs. Fun and frivolousness can be detected in the work of The Specials- they did not just go with bad mood music- and this range and fullness has inspired many current band such as Broken 3 Ways.

Work On It has already been receiving some infused praise- a promising litmus test ahead of their album release. Noted for its gladiatorial and grand sound, it is a song that you cannot ignore- and will not forget. Beginning with some flowing and teasing guitar strings, the song beckons the listener in- a gentle and seductive start, that parable is soon joined by parping brass. The vocal delivery is quick-fire and impassioned: our hero lets his words tumble and strike as they do. The early stages of the song introduce the song’s title- employing it as a mantra, it is chanting in full voice; that energy and pride is put into the mix straight away. Perhaps speaking from personal experience- or casting himself in the guise of an anonymous hero- our singer has intent in his voice. It is hard to learn new things; wondering how he is going to learn (if he’s not been shown), I got the impression of a voice rallying against the tedium and pointlessness of office life- that purposeless skill-set that many modern employees need. Perhaps the anger is less directed towards the type of job and more towards particular employees. Our hero knows it is hard “being left alone“- fending for yourself and employing initiative can be quite strenuous and counter-intuitive. With his voice incorporating some of Joe Strummer’s legendary punch, the strength and urgency of the delivery cannot be faulted- it is a raw and meaningful coda. Backed on vocals intermittently, the track acts as a clarion call; a warning shot against the ship, Broken 3 Ways are the army fighting against the ineptness of modern-day workers. The song advises that it is no good to just sit there and do nothing: proclaiming (that these types of people) need to “step on it“; if they let their focus and drive subside then the money will all be gone- and they will be done. Our hero is rebelling against the trend of moaning and capitulating: he will make it through the days and get to the very end. Whereas colleagues and contemporaries are exploding and breaking down, here we see a man who needs to make money- his boss is not causing him to fret; stating that he just needs to work on things. Exploring an original and ever-relevant subject, the song marks itself out from the scores of others out there- few acts take their minds away from love and break-ups to explore something so meaningful and universal. The way the words are projected catches your ear and infuses the song with a constant drive: the hero belts and proclaims his words- with no vitriol or blood-curdling roar, his voice has a distinct and vintage Punk sound. Able to fit into the back catalogue of The Clash, The Specials and Capdown, it is a uniquely English voice that comes through: that everyman soul in the vocal makes the song resonate and hit hard. The rest of the band is up to the task in hand. In addition to setting the scene, a hell of a lot of atmosphere and music is whipped up. Between lines, brass is scatter-shot and frantic- it retreats and then goes back for one more go- the percussion rifles and punches in the background. Versatility and cross-pollination is something Broken 3 Ways are noted for. In Work On It, they inject Reggae touches: towards the 0:55 marker, there is a relaxed and island-sounding sigh. The energy and passion in the vocal not only calls to mind Punk and Ska, but of modern-day Indie and Rock. If you are a fan of the heroes of the genres, then you will find some treats here: Peers Bow and Hyland have unique tones but are equally as impressive as the most impassioned singers on the scene. The song’s developing story and itinerant drive keeps the listener compelled and hooked: you are rooting for our man but your thoughts divide themselves. If you look at the video for the track- go to YouTube and seek it out- it depicts clips of office workers melting down: destroying company property, it is the clip show of the pissed-off drone- rallying against the stress and strains of office life. When I hear the song, I imagine our hero doing his work: getting on with his chores, you sense various bodies succumbing to the pressure of the environment- crumbling under the weight of expectation. If others are finding this setting too hostile and unforgiving, it is not the case for our hero: the pithy three-word performance review is inspiring him to get the hang on things. Backed by a propulsive and considerate composition- it is not too heavy, instead providing tender notes and building emotion- our hero is feeling a little fed up. In spite of mastering his duties, the same problems keep occurring- the “same old strife” is haunting his mind. Not only giving the song a new perspective- you feel that he is the embodiment of one of the video’s crazed and delirious workers- that tension starts to build. The job is being done by a loyal and eager employee; throwing back nothing but kicks in the teeth, life is not fair at all. That indelible and gorgeous compositional rise- where the horns and brass rise and blast with ceremony; the percussion pummels- perfectly punctuates the tension and building anger. In spite of all the horrors unfolding, our hero is remaining firm and strong: get through the day and do what you can. This philosophy seems almost harsh as the song progresses: with his boss advising his employee to step it up, you sense a man under the lash and yolk of a tormenting hell- he does not want to me there but can’t afford not to. Before the 2:00 mark, there is a chance for interval and pause. The composition takes charge and provides another fascinating layer of sound. The brass comes up first: Jazz-infused and free-form, it spirals and twirls- the coda snakes and twists; shifting directions (and putting you in mind of Charles Mingus). Whilst not breaking into full-on eccentricity, the passion and fervour that is summoned is a wonderful touch- leading to a fantastic guitar solo. Both psychedelic and tranquil, it matches powerful grit with soothing calm- mixing Hard-Rock fret work with Jazz-Rock experimentation. Before long, the vocal is back in the fold: the chorus swings back in and that mocking message makes its mark. Our hero is quite coy in his delivery: whether vengeful of his inept boss (or keen to keep his discipline strong), you start to wonder- I suspect that a sarcastic edge is enforcing his words and delivery style. I mentioned Steely Dan in my last review- can’t remember the context- and the U.S. Jazz-Rock gods come back to mind. When the trumpet is back in the spotlight, the sound and sensation you get from it puts me in mind of Aja/Gaucho-era Steely Dan. Perhaps not a name on the boys’ radar, it is an impressive feat. Having already expertly blended Reggae and Ska alongside Punk, it is great to hear the sound of ’70s-’80s U.S. Jazz-Rock- the song keeps building and getting more assured as the time progresses. Joined by romantic and lustful sax; stirring and intent guitar work; solid and pounding drums- the compositions flourishes and spreads its plumage. Colours, smells and sights are unfurled as the boys combine in harmony: part-jam; part-studied detail, the mix of youthful energy and maturity creates an incredible sound. Rousing and uplifting, they ensure the listener is treated to an honest display of the band’s full talents- the parable is not merely a stop-gap; it adds enormous weight and fascination to the song. Ceremonial and arms-in-the-air joy infuses with a sharp and Blues-inspired guitar sound- the crispness of the Blues notes work well with the glowing throng of brass, guitar and percussion. With the bass holding the two sounds together- and keeping the song moving forward- we reach the final moments. Enraptured in the wonderful musical rampage, it acts as a fitting conclusion and wonderful outro.- you sense the song’s hero has gone to the dark side; destroying his laptop with venom, maybe his boss’s possessions are his next target. As the final notes ache and shrink, it is impossible not to elicit a cheeky grin- the song’s energy, words and high-points spiral your mind with centrifugal momentum.

It is rare to come across a song as loveable, instantaneous and unusual as Work On It. In the modern market, there is still a dominance of love ballads and romance-themed tracks. When a musician does come along (and differs in that respect) the effect is quite strange: they seem almost unnatural and rebellious. Perhaps I over-exaggerate, but you cannot deny the prevalence of the tender song: that which is designed to exorcise demons and connect with the listener. I think those songs have a rightful and much-needed place- I love hearing music that breaks away from this. Taking us inside of the office place- studying miscreants bosses and bad-tempered working conditions- you get a vivid sense of reality and relevance in the song. I have heard few tracks that cover the same issue- Broken 3 Ways distinguish themselves in so many different ways. The lyrics are sharp and witty; there is anger and de-motivation; febrile aloofness and the assessment of the mundane- so much ground is covered in the track. Return to the Shack contains similarly adventurous numbers: that same individuality and diversity makes its presence known. Before I mention the band members, it is worth assessing the song as a whole. It is a track that compels and fascinates from the very first notes. There is such a depth to the composition; meaning the energy never relents- it is a wave of song that you are helpless to swim against. With a superb composition that lets the guys get on with things, there is a great live feel- if you strain your ears you would imagine you are face-to-face with the chaps. The sheer catchiness of the song cannot be overlooked- the chorus’ addictive chant is one you will be parroting and projecting for days to come. A triumphant and incredible track that is perfect to lift the mood: it has a depth and maturity that few Punk-Ska tracks possess; clearly a lot of work has gone into the track. I should mention the band themselves. Peers Bow and Scott Hyland inject a huge amount of force and passion into the agenda. The lead vocal has touches of Joe Strummer and Tim Strickland: our hero incorporates his distinct accent into things; that mingling of uniqueness and vintage gives the performance an extra layer of conviction. Hyland’s salt of the earth personality gives Work On It a charm and weight that few other singers are capable on: every word sounds essential and inordinately pressing. Aldred and Hyland contribute trumpet and saxophone. The trumpet adds shiver and stirring rush during the song- some of the most intergalactic and spellbinding moments emanate from that instrument. An assured, fascinating and impassioned performance- it is a facet that makes Return to the Shack such an entrancing album. With Gartman joining Hyland in guitar duties, a Punk/Rock kick is mixed into proceedings: the guitar lines are slithering, striking and packed with plenty of clout and spit. Bass drive and direction is provided by Fal; Price on keys: instrumental composites that provide concision, beauty, dance and emphasis- not relegated to second-fiddle duties, they are essential ingredients in the mouth-watering dish. Green’s drumming is hard and memorable throughout. Flair and swagger; smash-and-grab gives Work On It the audible punch promised in the lyrics- matching the vocals perfectly, the combination is potent and domineering. Overall the band work wonderfully together. The close friendship and brotherly spirit gives the song such an assured and unmistakable naturalness: you can tell how long they have been playing together; the track does not sound too over-rehearsed or tampered with. The tight and stunning performances from each member get inside of your head: the entire song swirls and spikes your brain for a long, long time. Few other songs- I have heard this year- echo and rebound my mind with such a startling attack. Instant and driving; urgent and vivid, it is a song that mixes classic Punk and Ska (both U.S. and U.K.-based) together with a very modern sound- scoring a subject that is relevant and extrapolatable in any decade. Before I move on, I want to mention the genres of Ska and Punk. In the past they have pervaded and represented by a number of different acts- The Clash, The Specials etc.- but few modern acts keep this flame alive. Broken 3 Ways are capable of inspiring other acts to take up the type of music: with songs as strong as this I am tempted to give it a go! If you like Work On It, then you will love their album; if you prefer something a bit different then do not dismay- so many different shades and directions can be found throughout the L.P.

I have reviewed a lot of different musicians (the past few weeks). Plenty of stunning artists have made some very big impressions: from the recent stagger of The Moth Lantern’s beautiful Light Waves, my mind has been kept alert, alive and fascinated. Broken 3 Ways unveil Return to the Shack (on 28th July). Being a self-funded album, the seven-piece have worked long and hard to get the record made: that sense of pride and determination comes through across all the tracks. I have listened to the album and am stunned by the amount of depth, range and adventuorusness present: chocked full of life, compunctive swagger and endless brilliance, it is a perfect fusion of Ska and Punk- a collection that strikes your head, heart and soul. Not only does their music excite and tantalise the blood; it makes you want to move and dance- by the end of the album, you will be left wanting a lot more. For that reason, it is perhaps not a surprise that Work On It has had such a profound effect (on me). I adore music that mixes brass and strings; where the vocals are urgent and utterly arresting; sounds that are rich and steeped in colour and life- essentially music that does exactly what music should do. The boys have created a group that are sure to be big business in future years: the initial feedback and praise contains no hyperbole or exaggeration- everybody needs Broken 3 Ways in their lives. With the summer days promising stifling heat and wall-to-wall sunshine, their music is perfect for the season- it implores you to move and lose yourself inside of the music; become immersed in the myriad perfections of their tantalising seductions. Make sure you snap up their album, as it is one of the most exhilarating and urgent releases that 2014 will see. There is still too much hesitation and risklessness in modern music: a rigid formation of guitar, vocal, bass and drums composes most of today’s music- if you broaden your sonic palette, so much more depth and brilliance can be elicited. Broken 3 Ways will not be a secret for too much longer: with a stellar reputation in the North West, their inspiration and momentum is sure to seep further south. The likes of London are crying out for more acts that provide something genuinely unique. Music will only thrive and diversify if the artists take a stand: unexpected and mesmerising sounds inspire like-minded action; that in turn leads to bolder sounds; that leads to a less homogenised and stale scene- meaning future generations are in safer hands. If you are a fan of ‘traditional’ Ska outfits like Madness and The Specials, then Broken 3 Ways provide some relevant detail- they go beyond that and add a Punk energy and rush to the genre. Instilled with fun, emotion and exciting lyrics- topped off with incredible vocals- their sound is a festival of effusiveness and abandon. Before I wrap up, I will dovetail my original thesis: the issues of northern music and Ska. The North of England is showcasing the most impressive and ambitious musicians in the U.K.: artists that do things a little bit differently but keep the quality at the very highest end of the scale. I will always have time for Indie and Grunge: these genres are producing some of this country’s best and brightest bands. It is great that this is happening, but I suspect that a day may arrive when the market is suffocated by these types of artists: a battle royal will ensue and blood will be shed. There is not going to be enough room and space for all of these bands to gain acclaim and attention- only the fittest and most agile will prevail. If you want to progress and develop in music; ensure that your career lasts and blossoms, then you need to provide the public with something new- present sounds that do not tread the same ground as so many others. Broken 3 Ways will have an exciting future ahead of them. Work On It is a brash and phenomenal statement from a seven-piece that want to seduce as many listeners as possible- with the release of their album, they will see their followers rise and swell. As much as anything, I have been opened up to a band that I had not heard of; witnessed music that differs from my normal rotation- something striking and unexpectedly brilliant. I will be sure to keep Return to the Shack in my mind: keep the tracks spinning and get to grips with the full extent of its potential. Great music is defined by its power to inspire the mind of the listener: not only get their creative side working, but investigate similar-sounding bands (in a particular genre). I have been digging up my old Ska and Punk albums; gone online to check out (some of Broken 3 Way’s) influences and inspirations- getting a fuller impression of the type of music that compels them. This summer is going to see plenty of heat and sun; enough rain and unpredictable meteorological days- our intrepid seven-piece offer a soundtrack that is perfect for every climate and mood. With their legendary reputation for exciting live performances, the band are going to be promoting their single- and album- over the coming weeks. It will give the public a chance to witness the Wirral boys in their natural setting: inflaming and igniting multiple venues around the country. I have made a note to come and see the guys do their thing; experience their music up close and personal…

THAT is going to be worth seeing for sure.

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Album Review: The Moth Lantern- Light Waves

ALBUM REVIEW:

The Moth Lantern

 

Light Waves

9.6/10.0

Light Waves is available from:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/light-waves/id889037836

TRACKLISTING:

End of Summer9.6/10.0

Armour9.5

Fall In9.6

Myself9.5

Black Shapes9.6

Bad Sun9.6

On a Boat, On the Water9.5

Fly9.7

The Light That Broke the Waves9.6

Taser9.7

The Nightmare Is Just the Beginning9.6

Comfort- 9.6

STAND-OUT CUT:

Taser

DOWNLOAD:

Fall In, Black Shapes, Fly, The Light That Broke the Waves, Taser

RELEASED:

23rd June, 2014

℗ 2014 The Moth Lantern

GENRES:

Alternative, Indie-Rock, Grunge, Pop, Acoustic, Psychedelia

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The Lincolnshire four-piece have gained praise from the likes of Steve Lamacq and Stuart Maconie. With their music taking in the likes of Radiohead, Fleetwood Mac, Pearl Jam and The Beach Boys- these music warriors are destined for regal climbs. Light Waves is the sound of The Moth Lantern at their very best: filled with sweeping epics, delicious ballads and colourful jams, it is an album (and band) you need in your life.

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QUITE a turbulent and unsettling past few days has seen…

a rather horrific world event. Having just heard of another tragic air crash- in which near to 300 people died- it has got me thinking about the world at large. I know it is an unorthodox beginning to a music review, yet the point I am leading to is this: stability, assurance and safety is needed- as much now as it ever was. The likelihood of the likes of you and me becoming involved in such a horror is incredibly slim- the world is becoming more unpredictable and detached by the week. Whilst bewildered eyes scan the magnitude of unfolding catastrophe; try to comprehend just how people- that perpetrate such crimes- are allowed to wander and breathe- anxious and confused minds need soothing and redemption. It would be a leap to suggest that an art form such as music can completely allay such stresses: bearing no physical manifestations, it is limited in its overall potential. Saying that, it is important to recognise just how effective and uplifting music can be: it not only can distract the mind for a short period; it is capable of providing long-term support and pleasure. All of us- to some extent- need an escape from the vicissitudes of modern life: somewhere personal and warm that can fill cracks and ensure our minds are not too weighed down- the music coming through at the moment is providing plenty of options. I know I have long spoken of this facet- it shall be the last time I will for a while- yet brand-new music is impressing me now more than it ever has- the acts emerging are surprising and confounding me every week. In the past few days, I have assessed everything from Canadian Grunge/Indie; U.K. Folk beauty; Acoustic sway and of-the-moment Electro.-Pop: you would be hard-pressed to draw a line through these disparate acts. Staggering to see just what a range and diversity the music fan is being offered right now: if you search hard enough you can discover something genuinely fantastic and tantalising. Having dedicated a lot of focus towards bands (and that market), I am always excited to see a genuinely eager and talented group come through- musicians that separate themselves apart and ensure their music lodges into your brain. My featured act is garnering some tremendous praise and adulation at the moment- high-profile and reputable commentators are keen to pay tribute to one of this country’s brightest new acts. Having won support from the likes of BBC 6 and nationwide publications, The Moth Lantern are definitely a group you need to keep your eyes on. Before I go into too much detail, let me introduce them to you:

The Moth Lantern are a 4 piece indie rock band from Lincoln. They encompass the spirit of bands such as Fleetwood Mac with a wide range of songs from gentle acoustic ballads with luscious 4-piece harmonies to giant-sized rock songs which liken them to The Bends era Radiohead and Pearl Jam.”

The indie/acoustic band delighted Olympic crowds with a fun energetic up-tempo set, contrasted superbly by original potent ballads, written by band’s guitar virtuoso, Dan Clark; Jo Clark (Keyboard and Vocals) adds glamour & dynamism to the group, whilst drummer Eddie George provides the throbbing beats which underpins the unique Moth Lantern sound. Jason Rungapadiachy (Bass Guitar & Vocals) Jason’s powerful vocals are a compelling proposition, adding integrity and depth, as can be clearly heard on all tracks such as ‘ARMOUR’ and the hugely popular crowd pleasing ballad ‘COMFORT’”

Being a huge fan of Radiohead, Fleetwood Mac and Pearl Jam; I was a little sceptical- at first anyway- that a sapling band could reach such dizzying and impressive climbs. Seeing as The Bends is my all-time favourite album, I was salivating (slightly) upon hearing the first notes (The Moth Lantern provided). The music offered by the quartet is an aperture of upbeat and emphatic Rock- the band have plenty in their arsenal that compels the mind and instills embers of classic acts. A lot of my reviews have focused around bands- by quite a majority- and in all the years I have been doing this, I have been seeking an act that can combine U.S. Grunge of the ’80s and ’90s; together with early/mid-’90s British Rock and Indie: it may sound like a strange desire; when those sounds are mixed the blend is quite sensational and hypnotic. With the likes of Radiohead taking an extended hiatus and sabbatical, there is a desperate gap in the market: most modern acts either tend to go heavier and harder or softer and less striking- The Moth Lantern manage to strike the perfect balance without coming off as Radiohead copycats. I will go more into their overall sound later, but will end with one final point: the way to get critical acclaim. Aside from receiving impassioned praise from the likes of Stuart Maconie, Steve Lamacq and Pete Donaldson (Absolute Radio), the band have been touching many fans and music-lovers- each knowing they have stumbled upon something rather special. Many have different opinions on what the greatest ever album is- they are wrong, but hey- and have their own views: The Moth Lantern have picked the perfect influences and range of sounds- cunningly and expertly blended them in their own right and present music that put you in a better head space. I miss the glory days of the ’90s: when music was at its very finest and it seemed like anything could be acheived- our quartet bring you back to those days but keep your mind and head in 2014- they have pulled off quite a feat. In addition to having an impressive online portfolio, the band have a great love of their supporters (and the music they play)- you just know they are going to be making music for the rest of their lives. In an industry where there are far too many short-lived heroes, it is great to discover a band you just know is going to go all the way: make sure you offer your support and watch them as they embark on a fantastic career.

For the freshly-initiated and newly-indoctrinated, I should probably give you an insight into the band’s past work- to show how their sound has developed and transmogrified. Light Waves is the first album from the four-piece- and their most fully-realised work to date. Having formed several years ago, the band have been busy working on their sound; putting the songs together and giving the public a chance to hear what they are capable of. Their self-titled E.P. was released in November 2012 and was the group’s debut E.P.- it was met with critical acclaim and a fond amount of respect. I shall not dissect the songs of the E.P.- they feature on Light Waves so will not tread on my own toes- but it was a terrifically confident and assured four-track release. The songs Fall In, Armour and Comfort have been in the ether for a little while and form part of Light Waves– again, I shall not dive into those tracks just now. What I can say about their past work, is that it imbued with clear confidence and identity. Normally, bands take a while to overcome nerves and hit the high points: it can take months to enforce their own sound and feel comfortable in their own skin. When listening to the likes of The Moth Lantern, I was stunned by how diverse they were: being a first E.P., most acts would tend to play it safe; present songs that had sounded alike. The quartet display a restlessness and ambition right from the very start: the sound of a band that know what they want comes through. When looking back at their past work, there is one track (not included on the album)- Christmas Lights. Possessing obvious seasonal relevance, the song is no novelty or bland Christmas number- it is a genuine and compelling number. Beginning with an upbeat and The Bends-esque spiralling coda; the track has an instant spring and energy: lodging itself under your skin, a remarkable amount of intent is proffered. When the vocal does come in, it mixes Barenaked Ladies and Eddie Vedder: that gravelled and masculine burr mingles with spirited and impassioned delivery. With U.S. tones (Barenaked Ladies are Canadian technically), it works well with the lyrics. Breaking away from predictable parables, The Moth Lantern inject optimism and love-against-the-odds; there is sexuality and wittiness to be found- the abiding theme is finding satisfaction and love on Christmas eve. Infusing some distinct band tones- the gorgeous backing by Clark; the sensational blend of sounds- the track is one that should be enjoyed all-year round- it is for life after all. Few acts are brave enough to attempt a Christmas-themed song- unless money and commercialism is their motive- so it is impressive that The Moth Lantern not only have created one- it stands alongside their most impressive work. In concluding, the sagest thing I can do is to see how far the band have come in the last couple of years. Whereas The Moth Lantern have been exciting music minds since 2012, their 2014 movements demonstrate a leap of confidence and ability. As incredible as their past singles are, the newer material perhaps shows even more ability and urgency. Whereas Christmas Lights and Fall In contained some phenomenal touches and wonderful moments- my mind has been spiked by their latest offerings. Light Waves comes across as a connected, consistent and a seemless work that beautifully blends in their previous singles- together with new offerings. The ambition and quality have increased- they were already fantastic- as has their range of sounds and themes. Incorporating influences such as Radiohead and Pearl Jam, Light Waves opens up more: ’90s embers and classic Pop mixes with a distinct band that promises a hell of a ride. Opulence and inner beauty can be found trading with longing, emotion and love. The band incorporate quirky and eccentric themes; charm and wit spars alongside heaviness and heartache- at the core is a sound that is hard to refute or ignore. I suppose the biggest development the band has made is releasing the album: it gives the public a chance to witness the full potency and potential of one of the U.K.’s finest emerging acts. Anyone new to The Moth Lantern, I would say this: go back and listen to their previous tracks; then listen to the album (in isolation)- compare and contrast. You can hear a development and growth; their new L.P. shows how inspired and in awe the band are- they have lived exciting musical lives; it comes through in Technicolor detail and vividity.

The band have a long list on influences and idols: mixing genres, decades and styles it is an impressive roll-call. The essence of early-days Beatles shows itself in their softer and more introverted moments. When proceedings lean towards ballad territory; where there is a sweeter and more romantic edge, I caught glimmers of Rubber Soul– and the Liverpudlians early albums. Band leader Dan Clark has an ear for melody and composition: he packs songs with so much life and energy- it has an element of ’60s Power-Pop. When surveying Light Waves you can tell that Lennon and McCartney are heroes of our frontman: he has a fond love and authority on the best music the 1960s had to offer- modernising the sound and adapting it into his own vision. The band is renowned for their sunny moments and four-piece harmonies- a few names spring to mind. The Beatles may be relevant here as well. Often Lennon, McCartney and Harrison would take lead- Starr would intermittently steal focus. I feel the Liverpool legends were at their most spine-tingling when blending their voices together. Tracks like Hey Jude and With a Little Help from My Friends are among the band’s most special moments. That joy, uplift and endless bonhomie (and coming together) is what I associate with the band: you get that feeling when The Moth Lantern allow their tones to combine and seduce. The Beach Boys are another band that feature highly in the group’s regards. That Californian ’60s free-spirit resonates in their most joyous and elliptical moments: the delirious and sunshine harmonies evoke the spirit of Surfin’ Safari and Surfin’ U.S.A. (their earliest moments); the band are equally adept at taking you to surf scenes and packed beaches as they are the open road and stretching highways. Few acts contain one great singer- let alone four. Their distinct and equally powerful tones not only are superb when blending with one another: each band member stands out when their voices are allowed moments in the spotlight. When the mood is a little more sombre and reflective, you can detect influences of Folk and Acoustic masters Nick Drake and Elliot Smith. Whilst not projecting the same sort of suicidality and black velvet kiss, the band are capable of making you reflect and consider life’s essential themes- when they let their music calm and quell; quite a stunning effect is elicited. Rungapadiachy’s voice is a mailable and diverse instrument that is at home when soaring and climbing into the atmosphere; in addition to touching the soul and pulling on the heartstrings. The same brilliance and rich sound that Fleetwood Mac pervaded- especially their Dreams-era work- comes through in Light Waves. In addition to the vocal harmonies and the multi-talented band members, the group present the same sort of Blues-Rock energy: at times when listening to The Moth Lantern, I catch glimpses of Dreams, Tusk and Mirage– those insatiable and memorable songs just lodge in your brain. Unlike the turbulent and fractured eventfulness of Fleetwood Mac, our Lincolnshire quartet are much more harmonious and together- giving their songs an additional layer of conviction and beauty. A few other acts enter your thoughts- when you hear The Moth Lantern. Pearl Jam rank as one of the group’s top influences: you can sense some of Eddie Vedder’s passion and masculine growl blend into some of The Moth Lantern’s tracks (when Rungapadiachy sings on tracks such as Armour, you can definitely detect that sense of strength and integrity). I adore Pearl Jam’s epic and stunning brand of song- if you listen to Vitalogy and Ten you hear a band at the very peak of their powers. In addition to being able to unleash stirring and incredibly deep vocals- that mix lower and grumbled croon with high-pitched climbs- The Moth Lantern have a great Grunge undertone- they can summon up Ten‘s luster and impressionistic touches; that drama and larger-than-life vision. Whilst Vitalogy was lauded for its relentless bleakness and depression, it was celebrated (by insightful critics) due to its substance and sense of fight- the album went on to become one of Rolling Stones‘ top 500 albums of all-time. Perhaps the most distinct and impressive parable one can link to The Moth Lantern is Radiohead. Many reviewers have noted how our quartet match the majesty, epic-ness and driving beauty of The Bends-era Radiohead- that album is my absolute favourite for a number of reasons. In addition to some startlingly beautiful tracks- Fake Plastic Trees, (Nice Dream), High and Dry– the band also provided hypnotic and spiraling monsters- The Bends, My Iron Lung, Just– as well as more haunted and shadowy tracks- Street Spirit (Fade Out), Bullet Proof…I Wish I Was– there was a cornucopia of wonder to be witnessed. The Moth Lantern are equally considerate when it comes to mood and range. Not only do they summon up the ‘Britpop’-era’s outsider album; they assimilate that essential dynamics that make Radiohead the legends they are: compelling and startling vocals; incredible riffs and compositions; tight and assured performances- a consistency that sees them not dropping a heartbeat from start to finish. It seems like a poisoned chalice- if you compare a band to such lofty geniuses- but The Moth Lantern are no rip-offs or tribute band: you get a bubbling undertone of Radiohead- you never feel like you are hearing anything too obvious or glaring. It is true that there is a lot of range and different threads there- when it comes to collecting all of the band’s influences- a lot of their idols are either bygone or past their prime. That is not to say that The Moth Lantern’s sounds stop at 1995: modernity, urgency, current-day passion and sounds come through in their music. Perfectly blending classic sounds (with the sounds of 2014), you get a rich and multi-layered package: one that appeals to the modern music consumer in addition to those with a fond fascination with the glories of the ’60s and ’70s. You must always assess a band on their own merits: do not assume that The Moth Lantern are going to sound too much like anyone familiar. The greatest thing you can say about the four-piece is that they have a distinct and wholly unique voice: loathed and hard-pressed to compare it to anyone else, it is the result of years of focus, honing and cross-pollination- instilled with such a force that everything they perform sounds utterly compelling and mesmeric.

An emotional and tender sonic combination opens up End of Summer. Perhaps befitting of the song’s title; rustling strings and atmospheric percussion elicits a scene of tranquility and breeze- it has elements of The Cinematic Orchestra’s most evocative work, and instantly calms the senses. Enmeshed in the gentleness are spacey and distorted notes: touches of psychedelic guitar merge to add colour into the mix- your mind changes course and has something new to consider; perhaps a new season is being unveiled. After a trippy and Funk-infused mini-jam, the acoustic strings overladen and reinforce their dominance- before our hero steps to the mic. Backed by a propulsive and catchy drive- that put me in mind of The Doors- the smoky and coffee tones (sounding a little like early Jim Morrison) look at a “ball on a chain tied to my feet.” Things are getting deep and our hero sounds a little anxious and unsure: perhaps a relationship is moving too fast; working at a pace that is quite uncomfortable- that sense of entrapment filters through in the early stages. Your thoughts are reassessed after some instantly dark and unsettling thoughts- the river is deep and a body is being thrown in. Whether speaking metaphorically- looking at emotional issues or end of love- or literally, it is a vivid and stark image. After the beauty and positivity of the intro., something dangerous and deathly comes into play- the mood is kept from being mordant due to the rousing and striking vocal; the ebullient skip of the composition gives the track a charming peppiness. With a cohort and colleague in hand, the body is thrown into the (deep) sea. Bereft and confused it is said “Don’t know how it started“- a situation is unfolding that has escalated and spiralled out of control. Catching shooting stars (and seeing blinding lights), the end of summer arrives- our hero and his band have not got very far; their backs are against the wall. Wonderfully balancing the angst and unrest of the lyrics is a composition that mutates and conspires. Funky and delirious guitars mix with driving bass; the percussion injects a huge amount of punch and swagger- that spacey and robotic coda lurks in the background; adding delirium and hypnotic smoke. Our hero has trouble in him: with his voice rises and belting, the emotion and force of events hits him- perhaps the outcome here is obvious. Whilst the chorus is re-introduced and prophesied, the band combine in the final moments: a primal and ragged drum roll gives way to a squalling and rampant guitar rapture- perhaps representing the urgency and tension of the situation, it is a frantic and mesmerising arresting climax. Armour arrives next- the track is already a firm fan favourite. Smooth and cooing vocals are supported by a sun-kissed and foot-tapping acoustic line- after the repressed tension of the previous number, your mind is back on safe ground. Sounding like no other band, the song wins you instantly with its gorgeous and swooning heart: you sense that something romantic is upon us. “We made you in the setting sun” are the first words offered up: our hero proclaims- to his subject- that he’s their “second skin.” Determined to stop all suffering, it is an intriguing and deep beginning. Proclaiming to his sweetheart that he’ll be their armour; the honesty and directness of the words make the song stand out- you get a sense of chivalry and tender longing. Backed by swaying and serene vocals- from Jo Clark- the emotions and passion wash over your senses- our hero is not made of strong stuff but is going to make sure he is tough enough (to protect his love). The song’s constant energy and drive makes you sing-along and become involved- you are rooting for the hero and captivated by his treaty. Displaying an old-fashioned gentlemen’s heart; tied to a composition that melts modern-day Folk and Acoustic- it is a wonderful and impressive mix. Charmed and smiling guitars parabond with romantic and tender notes- towards the final stages- as the vocal comes back in: determined to make his words resonate, the delivery is hot-bloodied and impassioned. Following Rungapadiachy’s intensely emotive vocals, Fall In offers a different direction: the intro. grooves, trips and dances; imbued with Latin and Hispanic undertones, it is a gorgeous opening offering. When the get-up-and-dance parable mixes with a more teeth-clenching (and raw) guitar line, a huge amount of energy and invigoration is whipped up- it is an incredibly addictive and memorable intro. Supported by a spectral- with an energised stutter- backing, our hero has some heavy words to proffer: having had enough of things, he finds himself sleeping rough- resigned to a life of uncertainty and escape. With a mix of Radiohead’s compositional gifts (plus Barenaked Ladies-esque vocal), you get a real treat in Fall In. The chorus is another catchy gem that is incorporated of energy and inflamed vocals. My mind raced back to early moments: with our hero stating “tell my people“; it is almost as though he is being cast in an ecumenical role: whether a pastor or a figure of salvation, you feel as though his flock and followers are being addressed. If the words concern friends and family, I am not sure; you cannot deny there is epic and grand proportions at play. With a delicious croon- that puts me in mind of both Jim Morrison and Neil Hannon- you get caught up in that chest-beating and chocolate voice: masculine and sexual; teasing and tender, it is a phenomenal blend. Our hero speaks to his woman: wanting her to be his, there is lust and passion on his mind- a great need for survival. Detachment and disconnectedness come through- this life is providing a different road and is unconventional and unpredictable. The song tells us that not everyone follows the same path: some people are safe and make it through- our intrepid battler is going down another road. The composition is impressive throughout: twiddling and twirling guitars, bouncing and sensual bass mix with punchy percussion- it is bad-ass, kick-ass and utterly compelling. Such a grandeur is summoned by the band, it is impossible to not get caught up in the song: the track will mark itself out as a live favourite in next to no time. Introducing some Absolution-era Muse- in the composition- the track entrances the senses: agog at the final moments, the song reaches fever-pitch. Clark lets his guitar snake and charge- Jazz-Rock and Grunge edges contort and seduce- crunching space-age riffs mingle alongside carnivorous wailing- your head and brain are scrambled and split into two. As the track comes to a close, it is impossible not to think that one of the album’s finest cuts has been witnessed. Myself begins with a sensual and stop-start intro. Our hero is fatigued and not quite himself: desiring to sleep and rest his bones, the composition trips and topples- perhaps underpinning that sense of tiredness and confusion. Knowing he will wake “feeling just the same” there is a delicious Eddie Vedder-esque croak and gravel in the tones: words concerning dull aches and the need to re-energise are given full conviction and consideration- few singers could present the words with the same intent. When the song rises; the composition kicks up a gear; the first sign- of the band’s legendary harmonies- comes into force: words such as “I hate this/My mind doesn’t belong to me” really strike a chord. Eliciting huge emotion and strained outpouring, signs of early-career Pearl Jam poke through- it is a treasure that could easily fit onto Ten. With elegant and ethereal backing vocals, sleep gives our man “remedy“- whatever is on his mind, it is clearly causing him some unrest and insomnia. The band combine spectacularly in the composition: the guitar mutates and offers different shades; the percussion keeps constant and firm- the bass ensures that everything is kept in check and does not spiral out of control. Clark’s alluring and Siren beauty is what lingers in my mind- as Myself comes to its final stage. Black Shapes is my kind of song. A delightfully upbeat and springy acoustic guitar parable arrives after a false-start: a chuckle and ‘studio out-take’ moment gives the song an instant smile and charm. Such a rush and emphatic amount of intention comes through in the intro. you struggle to take it all in. Our hero’s voice is fast-paced and direct- in Myself it was calmed and somnambulistic- as he looks at black shapes crawling on the bedroom floor. In times like this, the last thing he needs is “a vivid imagination“- a sense of paranoia and unease make their voices known. Whether seeing the shadow of intruders; some ghostly finger in his room, it has left our hero a little breathless and worried- by the morning it has left him. A weird dream; the black shapes get closer and closer: with his voice rising and straining, that sense of desperation and fear comes back in- you wonder just where the story is going to go. Trying to close his eyes and forget things, it is a recurring nightmare that is plaguing his mind. When the song reaches its 3:30 mark, the composition becomes eerie and haunted: aching and pizzicato sounds fuse with a delirious wordless vocal- it is a wonderfully potent and arresting musical moment. Instantly that kick and upbeat drive comes back in- there is almost a positivity and sense of joy when the nightmare relinquish its grip. Theremin-sounding wails blend with acoustic strings: after the rapture and relief of the previous refrain, here we get a beautiful come-down- the band demonstrating they can end a song as impressively as they begin them. Twinkling and gorgeously seductive guitar notes give Bad Sun a terrific opening: Blues embers combine with Doors luster; giving the impression of the sun setting on a warm and bare desert horizon. Providing a rousing follow-on, the intro. mutates into an upright and effusive parable- reminding me a little of Blur’s Coffee & TV. Our hero looks up and investigates the sun: it is said that a man promises there is a star up there we can travel to; a destination that is “not too far“- oblique and byzantine curiosity makes your mind wonder. The song’s subject is lying and falsifying; long in the tooth, he is welching on his promises- the dissatisfaction and anger in our hero’s voice brings the words to life with huge emotional emphasis. Looking at the subject floating in space; there is “no use in hiding.” We are told that nothing comes from something; something comes from nothing- you wonder what is being referenced- as the bad sun is introduced. Our hero’s distinct and endless voice gives the song a constant sense of drama and fascination: backed by a tight and impressive band performance- shades of The Bends poke through the surface. Letting his voice roar; letting the guitar wail and unleash a psychedelic tirade, the band’s hallmarks come back into play- ending the song with a hell of a dose of majesty. With Hendrix-esque shredding, an aural cataclysm is unfurled- a huge bang and mighty wallop. Tender and gentle guitar notes put me in mind of Nick Drake’s Pink Moon: such is the sense of beauty and stillness in the opening moments of On a Boat, On the Water; you cannot help but the imagine the bygone Folk hero. The river goes and “carries us to where it flows“; our hero’s voice is delicate and restrained in the initial moments- after a few seconds, a gorgeous and swelling harmony unfolds; colour, light and immense beauty pours forth. Escaping where no one can find them; it seems like a romance is being ascribed: escaping from the world, the two are alone and travelling the river’s paths- keen to find solace and a sense of safety. I will not mention Pearl Jam and Radiohead too much- until later at least- but I get a great sense of both here: Pearl Jam’s epic and aching moments- think Ten again- sits alongside some of Radiohead’s early work- Fake Plastic Trees, (Nice Dream) and Black Star especially. Caught in the almost gospel proportions of the vocal performance, you transport yourself to that scene: in the openness of the river, you follow our hero as he takes a journey to pastures greener. Backed by superb backing- the guitar work is particularly impressive- it is a perfect way to kick off the album’s second half. As that dreamy vocal harmony sways back in- Jo Clark standing out here- you smile and elicit a pleasured grin: it is the kind of harmony Fleet Foxes would kill for. Having mentioned Nick Drake early, the band bring him back to mind with Fly– it was the title of a song from Bryter Layter. Any notions of introspective mourning are dispelled right off the bat: a pugnacious and determined guitar riff shows the band back in Grunge/Indie territory. The intro. is an insatiable and dizzying line that does not phase our hero- his words have the urgency and passion we would expect from him. Again, it seems that something more positive and loving is showing its heart: asking his sweetheart to “throw a leaf inside of me“; fly away with him, he wants to escape the craziness of gravity- experience something freeing and redemptive. By his love’s side, the two fly into the atmosphere. Early kudos go to the guitar, which manages to rustle up some ’90s memories- Ocean Colour Scene, Radiohead- in addition to displaying a lot of unique flair: Clark’s guitar perfectly illustrates the sensation of flight and to-the-heavens soar. When Jo Clark joins our hero, their tones perfectly blend: stating they are the lucky ones; they will be there for one another when they fall. A delightful two-hander, it seems that a pure and unquestionable love has been discovered- the fire in their hearts is being stoked and ignite. Entangled in a blissful passion, the vocal explodes and rips its clothes off: that animalistic Morrison growl bursts through- taking your breath along with it. The track never rests or can be predicted: it changes course and conjecture; displays a real sense of musicianship and intelligence- reminding me of Steely Dan’s most compelling and detailed tracks. Wordless vocals, determined percussion and dancing guitar- which mutates into a psychedelic beast- gives the song a huge amount of memorability and desire. Once more, Clark unleashes a wild and carnivorous riff in the final moments- concluding one of the finest tracks on Light Waves. The Light That Broke the Waves arrives next. Beginning with a calm and soothed guitar strum- embers of Badly Drawn Boy struck my ear- you are given chance to reflect and cleanse the palate- immersed in a beautiful and tranquil introduction. Standing on broken stones, our hero states that it was “cold but oh-so calm“- instantly you try to imagine the scene that is being presented. As they stare out at the light- that broke the waves- the duo leap into the water. Into the sea, our hero has no fear or worries: the fish let him be and it seems like all will be okay. Suddenly pain radiates through his chest: clutching at his heart, he calls out his sweetheart’s name- he needs to be pulled out of the blue. With the water trying to claim his soul, the heroine needs to rescue the ill-fated hero- backed by some incredibly detailed and memorable compositional touches, a clear mood is set. Having been rescued, the duo throw stones into the water- still cold, at least there is no more danger. As they walk away, it seems once more caution and hazard awaits- the heroine is called upon again. I see the song as a metaphor as such: employing images of drowning as terms for desires and feelings- I may be over-reaching but it seems like there is depth in the deep waters. The addition of horns gives the track an additional layer of beauty- reminding me of some of The Coral’s Magic and Medicine. Taser starts life with a definite sense of adventure and urgency: the guitar weaves and tumbles; instilling some scratchy punctuation, you get a sense of Grunge-cum-’90s Rock in the embryonic stages- the band go on to show just how well they incorporate wit into their music. Showcasing their unique quirks (and funnier side), our hero has received a taser to the back- unsurprisingly it hurt quite a bit. Almost delivered like a love song, the track makes you grin- the taser deserves “more than this.” A terrifically swelling Country-esque rush gives the words additional elevation and purposefulness- with such an original subject being assessed you are entranced by every word. Getting a taser in the head hurts even more- the violent subject does not really how much it has lost. Spellbound by the charm of the track, you get ensconced in the gorgeous vocal harmonies- when the band combine for the chorus, one of the album’s most stirring moments is offered. The final moments stuff a myriad of notes and energy into the song: the group combine magnificently to give the sense of a victim dropping to his knees- the taser has done its damage and our poor hero may well require some urgent medical attention. Again, I wonder whether love is being referred to- if the taser refers to a girl who has a comparable potency. Clark’s deep and fascinating songwriting means the listener will have their own interpretation: whether you go with the literal- or something more love-lorn- it is a terrifically memorable track. Our penultimate track begins with spectral and distant echoes. A delicate acoustic guitar lays in some calm; you prepare your mind for what is forthcoming. It is three in the morning; all our hero can see is gold- in a dream-like state, it is the sweetest one he has ever had. Elongating his vocal, strange and vivid images are released. Talking to a tree, the wise wood advises nightmares are needed- some much-needed sageness is being imparted. Before we can delve too much into our hero’s racing mind, the glorious vocal harmonies return: evoking dreaminess and sleepiness, the sound of The Beach Boys comes in. At this early hour, our hero is walking through his unconscious mind- after the nightmare comes something new; so it is claimed. This girl is in his mind; the passion and urgency rises as our hero tries to expunge her from his thoughts- that emphatic and unforgettable belt reaches heights (even Eddie Vedder could not achieve). Being impressed by Rungapadiachy’s vocals up until this point- a understatment I guess- Comfort showcases him at his near-best. Not only the album’s swan-song, it is another fan favourite- one of the band’s oldest songs. The number’s sapling chords are a symphony of soothe and calm- befitting of the song’s promising title. The vocal is tender and direct: letting those roasted caramel do their work, we see the waves crashing- biting his tongue, our hero wants his girl to comfort him. The song is the most bare-naked and honest thing the band have produced: there is no agenda or twist in the tale; the words here are as passionate and heartfelt as any you will hear- drawing inspirations from the likes of Paul McCartney and John Lennon. Wearing his heart on his sleeve, our hero will not run away: each time he sees his girl he breaks but is determined to make this love work. Augmented by some incredibly elegant backing vocals, you get the sense you are hearing a Folk/Acoustic classic- something that could seduce anyone at any time. Bringing the album to a stirring and haunting end, the wordless vocals- tied to gorgeous harmonies- brings Comfort to an end. The band complete the album with a necessary subtlety and romantic edge- the entire L.P. showcases just how diverse and surprising they are. After hearing Light Wave’s tremendous dozen tracks, you are begging for more…

What can one say about Light Waves– that hasn’t been expounded by some rather illustrious names? Sometimes you get a lingering feeling a band (or act) will make some headway in a few years; occasionally you know they will not make it all- very few lead you to believe they will be huge in next to no time. Over the last couple of weeks, I have assessed some musicians I know are going to be mainstream stars in the coming years- The Moth Lantern definitely fit into that camp. Their album is packed with so much fascination and brilliance it is hard to take it all in- you find yourself repeating songs over and over; addicted by their insatiable quality. With some pretty incredible names already lining up to promote them, I feel a little bit diminutive and meagre by comparison- I hope that my words have done the band full justice. If you are familiar with the band’s influences- and just got into listening with that in mind- you will get a limited listening experience. The best thing you can do is to clear your mind and let the music seep (into an undiluted and open brain). The production and values across the album are tremendous: the songs all come through with clarity and are never cluttered or needlessly over-produced. It is vital that- for a great album to really shine- the production is up to the task; doing justice to the music- on Light Waves you get a rich and unfettered sound that exposes the brilliance of the 12 tracks. Before I close my summing up, I should recommend and pay tribute to the band themselves. The distinct vocal performances throughout make the songs such an exciting and rich proposition. With elements of Grunge legend Eddie Vedder; undertones of Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke- together with that distinctive and unmistakable chocolatey sound- every track across the album is giving a sheen of emotion, passion and masculine pride. Rungapadiachy adds a huge amount of pride, integrity and passion every time he sings. Dan Clark leads the band with a triumphant and emphatic energy. His guitar notes add so much vibrancy, colour and conviction to his songs- marking himself out to be one of the U.K.’s most vital songwriters; he has a style and voice that is unlike anyone I have heard. Compellingly leading his band, Clark lets his song soar, breathe and seduce- by the final stages of the album, you want to hear more from this distinct and tantalising musician. Jo Clark provides a great vocal balance throughout Light Waves: instilled with vulnerability, strength and a gorgeous sweetness, it is an arresting voice indeed. It would be great to hear her upfront and solo on a few numbers in the future: her vocal contributions throughout the album are memorable and augmentative. Capable of so much passion and excitement, it is one of the most impressive things on the album. Clark’s keyboard work infuses beauty, rush and atmosphere in equal measures: capable of summoning up Indie-Rock energy and soulful romance, it adds a huge amount of potency and intrigue- working perfectly with Dan Clark’s guitars. Eddie George ensures that each track is possessed of a pulsing and ever-beating heart: the force and power he brings to the songs cannot be understated. Able to strong-arm and amaze; keep the song tight and focused; allow softness and emotion to resonate- he is a man capable of instilling layers and nuance to every track. Final recommendations- and congratulation- goes to Jason Rungapadiachy (again). His bass work ensures that slinky groove, powerful drive and level-headed integrity are cemented in all of Light Wave’s tracks. Not allowing the spotlight to fall to any of his band mates, Rungapadiachy is the voice of vitality, fascination and dominance: you can clearly hear his strong influence throughout the album. Add some incredibly special vocals into the mix, and you have an exceptional performer- instilling a firestorm of deep and compelling tones; subtext and subtlety; raw passion and stunning allure. It is rare to see a band with so many exceptional and distinct vocalists: when the members combine you get the full extent of their unmatched potential. A lot of groups also have a weak link: someone you could imagine shored up and replaced- there is a measure of expendability in every group. With The Moth Lantern there is that feeling of tenure: nobody is going to leave and every player is an essential facet in the machine. Lesser musicians would not do the material justice: that close understanding and mutual affection bonds the band together; focuses their attentions and power- it is funneled into an album that is an undisputed diamond. As well as containing no weak or lesser tracks, Light Waves provides a lot of food for thought: consisting of so much variability and diversity, it will provide a template for new bands coming through. I have seen too many groups that are afraid to be unique: their E.P.s and albums are the conglomeration of timidity, one-dimensional thinking and copyright infringement- a lot are comfortable being third-rate versions of their favourite acts. The Moth Lantern enforce such an original flair- giving their music such a sharp and terrific edge.  Tie this to exceptional songwriting and flawless performances- they are a quartet that will provide much inspiration. As a songwriter myself, I always love the opportunity to find new avenues and directions: Light Waves is so jammed with life and unexpected pleasure, it compelled my mind to race, conspire and write. With so many great acts coming through- over the last couple of weeks I have been spoilt somewhat- you just wonder how this will translate in the future. I worry that too many acts are being overlooked or discovered too late: the word-of-mouth aspect is being subjugated; the most important musicians are not getting equality and due respect- The Moth Lantern have already straddled a killer hurdle. With the backing of some seriously influential music names, it is not going to be long until they are in demand internationally. So few artists make such an impression with their debut album: Light Waves is an impressive example of how things should be done. The band may have to brace themselves for (future) U.S. dates; perhaps a mini tour of Australia…who knows?! Once you hit upon a tremendous sound; put it out into the world- the hope is that it will be disseminated freely and religiously. Let us make sure the Lincolnshire four-piece are promoted and shared as far and wide as possible- they are a young band with a very golden future in their midst.

I hope the band will not object to my loquaciousness and detail: music that compels and inspires is often overlooked or underappreciated- by critics and reviewers- so it is vital that necessary appreciation and insight is provided. The Moth Lantern approached me last week with regards to assessing their music- band member Dan Clark got in contact and wondered if I may like to have a listen. It is great that happened, as I feared I would not have discovered the band otherwise- missing out on something truly remarkable and special. It is clear that I am not the most impressive name (to give praise to the band); perhaps not the most startling review they will ever receive- I am certainly one of the most grateful recipients. Having dedicated my entire life to music and the pursuit of excellence, my mind is always searching for the greatest and most distinct sounds out there: Light Waves is a startling album from a group with an authoritative and confident voice. The band has playing it for a little while now- and released material previously- and they are hitting their stride and high-point- here is their most staggering work; you feel they may even surpass it on future releases. With the likes of Pearl Jam still working away and producing material, I wonder whether we will ever hear anything- come in the future- from Radiohead. Thom Yorke and his men seem to be very tight-lipped and secretive- with regards their careers- but I hope the Oxford band will be back- The Moth Lantern keep the torch very much alive and burning. Those widescreen, cinematic and inspiring Rock templates are never going to go out of fashion; the experimental mix of fun, moodiness and quirkiness gives their sounds a richness and constant fascination- by the end of Light Waves I was desperate to hear more. The inspired four-piece are touring and playing at the moment; keen to gauge the reaction to their album, they should prepare for some severe and extreme positivity. The album’s 12 tracks provide something for every listener: filled with so much beauty, fascination, strength and mesmerising passion, you get caught up in the rush and atmosphere of a magnificent record. I do hope the quartet have plans for future albums and E.P.s- I know they have just released one but the demand will be there- and show the music world just how strong they are. When they come to London, I will definitely come and see them play: I would imagine the electricity and rush of their live performances is not something to be missed. There is a clear passion and closeness between each of the four members. Diversity, equality and fun bonds the boys (and girl) of Lincolnshire’s finest act- you sense the close-knit spirit in the music and the conviction of their performances. After The Moth Lantern was released in November, 2012 many critics and reviewers were eager to elevate and proffer the band: the E.P.’s four tracks (which appear on Light Waves) struck a chord and hit hard- magnitudes were seduced by the band’s eccentricities, melodies, original sounds and wonderful performances. With vocal performances that border on genius; compositions that haunt the mind and obsess your waking hours- songs which inspire the creative mind- the band are going to be a massive name to watch. It would not be a stretch to say they could headline Glastonbury, Reading and Leeds and Camden Rocks in years to come- if you capture the ear of national stations this early on, it is pretty much a sure-fire guarantee. So much amazing energy and colour comes through in their songs; they have a multifarious and variegated band colour scheme and set design- this not only puts you in a better mood, but stands them out from the crowd. So many new bands come across as distant and boring: bereft of distinction and personality, it is wonderful to come across a group like The Moth Lantern. I shall end my review with one final point: band relationships. Too many groups break-up and fragment due to differences of opinions; musical fall-outs and personalities clashes- meaning the world misses out on some terrific music. With The Moth Lantern, you hear and feel a solidity that is unbreakable. With Jo Clark provide stunning beauty, chic charm and impassioned keys and vocals- the band has an alluring and striking player on board. Throw in Jason Rungapadiachy immense vocal contributions, stunning bass work- and hard to spell surname- and that backbone and spine is fully in tact. Eddie George’s percussion work adds primal urges- when the mood turns more Grunge- and scintillating emotion (when unveiling Indie/Rock epics). Able to instill a myriad of passion and urgency, his stick work is deeply impressive. Dan Clark’s stunning words and nuanced songs are only equalled by his frontman leadership- the shred of his guitar; the beauty and potency he adds to each song- few leaders have such a range of talents and clear abilities. Watch out for this intrepid quartet very closely: the next year is going to see them rise to prominence and glory- I would expect a place on BBC‘s ‘Ones to Watch’ poll (in addition to some seriouis airplay). Their music attracts you like a flame attracts a…well, a moth. Unlike the foreboding and Gregorian danger of fire; their warm and embracing lantern is designed to guide, welcome and comfort. In a climate where we all desire these quintessential qualities; embrace a band that want to join them in their noble quest…

DO not be afraid.

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Track Review: Waterbodies- What the French Call “Les Incompétents”

TRACK REVIEW:

Waterbodies

 Photo: Waterbodies

What the French Call “Les Incompétents

9.4/10.0

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What the French Call “Les Incompétents” is available from:

RECORDED AND MIXED BY:

Brian Russo

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26th June, 2014

GENRES:

Alternative-Rock, Garage, ‘Britpop’, Punk

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The fine Canadians have been exciting reviewers with What the French Call “Les Incompétents”‘s unique blend of pogo-ing sing-along and energised mutations. Waterbodies are a firm favourite across Canada and North America: the next year should see the trio rise through the ranks and capture worldwide hearts- it is what the French call “un garantie.”

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FOLLOWING on from a couple of days where I have witnessed gentler…

 

and softer music, the next few days see my mind back in heavier areas: assessing Grunge and the most primal sounds music has to offer. Being in a daze since reviewing Little Sparrow- her Wishing Tree album was quite a revelation- I have to adjust my mind and prime it for a band- and sound- that is entirely different: music that strikes a different part of the brain and compels you to move- rather than seduces your heart. Before I get down to introducing my featured act, I want to bring up two- fairly common- points: North America and new music. I understand I have introduced these points before, yet I have not been able to fathom why the continent keeps providing such terrific music. In Europe, we have a load of terrific acts and musicians coming through: it seems that North America are leading the charge and causing a lot of excitement (in me at least). In so far as I have surveyed great Folk and Power-Pop artists, it seems that- in this continent- heavier and more impassioned sounds mandate music’s new elite. It is a strange thing really: most of the artists I have heard coming through in North America lean towards electricity and hard-hitting music- of course there is more restrained and calmer music; it seems to be less prevalent. Not that I am ever going to complain: it is always terrific witnessing a new act come along that can whip up such a festival of sound and notes- take your brain clean out your body and invigorate the senses. Canada is showing itself to be one of music’s most exciting hot-spots: here, there is such a wealth of diverse and fantastic music coming through, it is almost hard to keep a track of it. Where the U.S. has a larger population and greater chances of music glory, it is their neighbours that are providing the finest sapling music in the world- keep your eyes peeled here for what is coming through at the moment. In previous reviews, I have tried to drill down to the bedrock: try to see why one particular country is putting forth so many tremendously exciting musicians. Perhaps the nation provides a sense of relaxation, freedom and inspiration that is conducive to terrific music: less bustle and crowding is evident here than other parts of the world (in terms of population). I shall introduce my second topic in a second, but for now, shall introduce the band:

Mike McGean

Roxy

Shane Turner

You can make a load of noise with bass, drums and guitar”

The Toronto-based group intrigue you with their sound and make-up: a fresh and urgent trio, they are among the most stirring acts coming through right now. It would be good to know more about the boys and what makes them tick: their online pages contain their music, but scant else with regards to influences and biography. I usually do not mind when a band do not incorporate- on their sites- their influences (you can draw your own conclusions); it would be good to know more about the band- where they came from and how they came together. A lot of musicians negate the importance of including details into the likes of Facebook: it not only gives new listeners a chance to learn more about a great act, but obtain greater insight into their songs. Perhaps- I hope they will as well- the guys will rectify this in the near-future: they have a sense of mystery, but a little glimpse into their psyche wouldn’t go amiss. Luckily any shortfallings in the online arena are overcome by the music that comes from them: you can fill in a lot of the blanks off of the back of their strong body of music. I shall study this in closer detail; for the moment, I want to talk about genres and trends emerging in 2014. Having been lucky enough to hear some terrific and diverse sounds, I am amazed by the breadth and sheer range of music that young talents are producing. It is not just the case there is a lot of difference and diversity: the way these musicians are fusing different sounds and genres together is quite magnificent. In addition to being blown away by Wishing Tree, I was stunned by the effortless commingle of Contemporary, Folk and Acoustic: the ensuing blend brought out the majesty and splendour of Little Sparrow’s incomparable and soul-nourishing tones- it is an album that nobody should miss out on. The bravest and most daring cross-pollination comes when I am considering masters of heavy and dominant music. Waterbodies are a great example of what I am talking about: not only do they infuse the raw and vital energies of this year- and contemporary acts- but go further- instilling elements of older acts into their compositions. Their latest offering sees shades of Green Day, Blur, Beastie Boys and Nirvana come through: everything from Grunge to ‘Britpop’ through to Punk- via a sprinkle of experimental Trip/Hip-Hop. When you are aiming for the jugular- trying to grab the listener very directly- it can be incredibly hard to do that- often simple and straightforward noise does not do the trick. For that reason, new musicians- whom provide this type of sound- are thinking outside of the box: fusing past colours into the palette; pouring a healthy amount of multifarious gas onto the fire- the resultant flame is that which does the talking. I hope that this trend for innovation continues, as the likes of Waterbodies showcase just what you can achieve (when you stretch your mind)- and dare to diversify and consider your projection. With the release of What the French Call “Les Incompétents”, tongues and excited mouths have been expounding its virtues and multiple qualities: I am glad that I have come across the song- and the band too.

In order to get a full sense of Waterbodies as they are, one must look back and see what came before. Back in November 2012, the trio released their album The Evil We Know– an eleven-track L.P. that gave the public the first tastes of one of Canada’s finest bands. Having listened to the album in full, I am stunned by how much there is to witness: a multitude of sounds and different themes come into play. Few artists present an album filled with so much confidence and authority. From the opening roars and determination of How to Burn Bridges, you are hooked and sucked in: that energy and passion that the band provide is quite intoxicating. It is not just pure force and pummel that comes through in the song: plenty of tantalising undertones and unexpected moments make the song such a memorable opening cut. Deadweight– sounding nothing like Beck’s equivalent- bounces and crawls: a jam-packed and emphatic song gets inside of your brain- the band look inwards here. Talking about carry the weight- maybe staying in a dead relationship and not giving yourself up for some deadweight- it has plenty of anger and recrimination at heart. Silver Spoon is accusatory and potent: if the subject keeps pushing their luck, they will be “pushing the daisies.” With a twisting and snarling composition, it is one of the L.P.’s most urgent tracks. The disc ends with Between the Devil & the Deep Blue Sea– not to be confused with the American popular number of the ’30s- and is the grand swan-song: throwing everything into the boiling pot it begins with a slow and teasing lead-in; the atmosphere builds and grows by the minute- it is the band’s epic. Showing that the can do introverted and ‘quiet’- the song does not reach the fever pitch of previous numbers- the trio demonstrate the importance of mood and emotion. The album is a stunning statement from a band with huge intentions: quite a hard record to top or compete with- it is an album that all forms of music-lover will enjoy and appreciate. If I were to fast-forward to June of this year- the month What the French Call “Les Incompétents” was unveiled- you can hear some developments. The band was busy making and recording music in the interim period- between their album and latest cut- yet there is definitely a different sound on display here. Employing embers and moments of The Evil We Know; What the French Call “Les Incompétents” sounds a braver, more confident jam: the band are tighter, more focused and compelling to the ear- there is a catchiness and sense of fun that was not overly-evident on their album. In so much as The Evil We Know did have smile and memorability, the band hit the jackpot here: What the French Call “Les Incompétents” is a sing-along classic that marks a moment of high inspiration from the three-piece. There are fewer suggestions of Nirvana-esque Grunge to be witnessed here: a fresher and more unique voice comes to the fore. I love The Evil We Know and all its myriad pleasures, yet feel that Waterbodies sound more inspired and intoxicating now: new influence is brought in to create a song that you are compelled to play again and again. I admire the band’s sense of ambition and mobility: their album was packed with surprise and huge quality; that momentum has continued on What the French Call “Les Incompétents”– it is going to be exciting to see where they are headed next.

If you are trying to think of any similar-sounding acts- you can compare to Waterbodies- then there may be one or two. Even though the boys do not list any idols (on Facebook), you can hear a couple of acts and names come through. When the vocals become impassioned and primal, shades of Kurt Cobain are evident. Eliciting that same guttural and primal sound, tracks such as How to Burn Bridges are rife with Grunge glory, Nirvana-esque highs and that distinct and stunning voice- our hero is different from Cobain, yet has some definite elements of the late legend. The band as a whole has an authoritative ear from Grunge and Hard-Rock: if you are a fan of these genres, you will find a lot of quality and scintillation in their music- reminding you of past masters and current-day wonder. Newer movements display an experimentation (and great) ear for mixing unexpected sounds: What the French Call “Les Incompétents” has touches of Paul’s Boutique- era Beastie Boys- tying Hip-Hop with Indie, it is a marvellous blend. It is not just Beastie Boys that come to mind- when looking at Hip-Hop- you see: modern-day acts from the genre spring to mind; if you are enamoured of this type of music- and its purveyors- then seek out Waterbodies. In addition to the aforementioned, the likes of Green Day and Blur struck my ear. Embers of Blur’s self-titled album come through in their latest song; some of their ‘Britpop’ energy and youthfulness makes its way into the band’s sound- if you listen to Waterbodies’ album, Blur make their presence known in a few numbers. Whilst this revelation and development is a new facet- on their new track- perhaps artists such as Jack White, Soundgarden and Green Day are more pertinent and obvious frames of reference. As well as Nirvana’s Nevermind making impressions on the boys, Chris Cornell’s Grunge posse can be extrapolated in some of The Evil We Know. The powerful and bare-chested vocals; the rampant and invigorating compositions- those introverted and bleaker themes make their voices known. Green Day must rank as an influence for Waterbodies. That white-hot and catchy Punk abandon that synonymised Dookie and American Idiot is used by Waterbodies: they are fully able to summon up a comparable urgency and quality in their music. Whilst our frontman may not have Billie Joe Armstrong’s voice- many may count that as a blessing- he has his own inimitable and potent sound. Jack White has been setting 2014 alight: his latest album Lazaretto is among this year’s most essential. That Blues-Rock and Garage brilliance (White is renowned for) can be found in some of Waterbodies’ songs. Their riffs and paens have that same lust and incredible musicianship; they conjoin embers of Blues icons with of-the-minute U.S. Blues-Rock- the ensuing infusion is quite a heady brew. In so much as you can pin the sound of Waterbodies (with other acts) they are not to be taken lightly: the Canadians have a unique and stunning sound that they have worked hard to perfect- the addition of some familiar voices only adds to their overall brilliance. If you like any of the acts I have mentioned; take the time to seek out and investigate Waterbodies: they are a band that want the listener to be entranced and seduced. Before I move on, I should mention the band’s themes and lyrics. Within their album, subjects looked at fractured love, burden, personal heartache and the need for change- perhaps incorporating traditional Grunge themes and ideas, there was a lot to digest. Whilst the likes of Nirvana and Soundgarden offer their own take on these themes, the trio go some way to appropriating their luster and striking songbooks: Waterbodies have a keen ear for intelligent lines and quotable choruses- plenty of authoritative and well thought-out ideas come through in their songs. A great deal of contemporaries have a weakness when it comes to their words: Waterbodies ensure that all of their tracks capture you on as many fronts as possible. I hope that has given an overview on the band and where they came from- what sort of sounds you should expect; an insight into the musical experience you will witness. I always say this in every review I write: take my words as a guideline and reference point- if you think Waterbodies are copycat and unoriginal, then you are in for a huge shock. Their album showcased just how potent a force they are- they have augmented and built on this for What the French Call “Les Incompétents.It is probably the right time to introduce that particular song to you.

A sense of occasion and energy comes through straight off. Possessing a scratchy and determined riff- that marries the likes of Blur, Green Day and Nirvana- a myriad of Punk/Garage energy is summoned from the off. In the early stages our hero is freaked out and off-put; innocuous and disreputable sorts resonate in the vocal- that sense of isolation and anger emanates through the surface. When considering the lackers, slackers, blackers- and all comparative rhymes- you think our frontman is referring to the media and the tabloidization of the press. Perhaps speaking about society in general- and the people who cause dismay and disgust- there is an oblique quality to the words. Professing that he is that kind of guy, our hero implores “Baby just get in line.” With his voice incorporated of grit and underlying emotion; switching between sneer and laid-back honesty, the words strike and proffer hard. As the early stages progress, your thoughts turn more towards love and a particular type of relation. Our frontman calls out to his girl: “Just say the word and I’m all over“- with a resolute and determined masculine gravel, the sentiments get your mind racing and speculating. Before you can delve too deep into the realms and realities of the song’s messages, you get intoxicating and up-ended by the composition itself. Never truly exploding- within the opening seconds- it lurks and crawls; the guitar and bass drive the endless wave of words and intention; the percussion keeps levelled and firm- you imagine that something quite beastly and emphatic is about to come into view. Underpinning imminent tension and delirium, you are offered more words and insights. The hero looks at his girl; the sweetheart is his kind of girl- maybe possessing the same thoughts and intentions, you feel that some sort of libidinous crescendo may also be on the horizon. You get an image of what is being projected- and who is being surveyed- in some detail: in my mind there a smoky-eyed and Grunge-loving woman causing the frontman to conspire and fantasise- perhaps a little edgy and determined; she possesses a necessary amount of spunk and rebellion. Whereas my mind- in the initial seconds- was trained towards the press and celebrity, here- by the 30 second mark- it mutates towards issues (and realities of love and attraction). That expected burst does arrive- not in the way anyone would predict or expect. Having digested Waterbodies’ album; here any explosion and cacophony came in the form of full-bloodied anger and anxiety- there were moments of joy and upbeat; most of the sentiments erred towards introspective hurt. When What the French Call “Les Incompétents”‘s key moment does arrive, you cannot help but to smile and be caught up in its multifarious whirlpool of energy. The boys unfurl a chorus of “woo-ooh-oohs“; containing Indie and ‘Britpop’ elements, your mind is taken back to a golden age of music. Not cynical or overtly aimless- the coda provides sunshine and a youthful swagger that adds light and urgency into an already potent track. As much as the arm-raising, fist-pounding hypnotic mantra implores you to toss yourself about like a rag doll; the underlying and subtler sonics prick the imagination. I have mentioned how some of Beastie Boys Hip-Hop experimentation comes into the band’s work: here there is turntable scratching; some Beastie’-esque tableau and flavours- whilst one half of your brain drags towards reckless loss of inhibitions; the other half contorts, jives and sways. Motifs of black-and-white are reintroduced in the next verse. Having been seduced and enamoured of a particular heroine, our hero casts his net to universal climbs: professing “Black girls, white girls make me cry“, the full extent of his dissatisfaction and disconnectedness come into play- the vocal remains strong and never lowers to nasal whine. Whether a relationship has hit the rocks; if a particular beau has caused some cynicism or hurt, all our hero has is grey on his mind- if he is through with women or needs someone genuinely different I am not sure. I get the impression multiple women have caused our frontman some hurt and chagrin: nobody can deny the sense of resignation and displeasure. Affecting an air of fatigue and anxiety, it is a bad time to go out: the deeper and more intuitive listener always looks for true meaning in a song’s messages. Having a knack for intriguing images and stirring emotions, here Waterbodies get the mind working overtime: our mysterious frontman clearly has something pressing to get off of his chest, yet mentions no particular subject or epicentre. Just as you start to fill some blanks in- once more threading the story together- the band are back into catchy and emphatic arenas: that infectious and insatiable chorus comes into proceedings- your body is inspired to jump and jive once more. Possessed of a great sense of attitude, avalanche and sweat, the song has a ubiquitous quality that means few listeners will not fall under its spell. Just at home in the beer-soaked pits of mosh or the less hazardous settings of a seating-only arenas; the song’s catchy and unforgettable elements cannot be ignored or overlooked- What the French Call “Les Incompétents” is a track to infuse the senses and stun the brain. Not even at the half-way marker, you start to perspire a bit. Numbers are instilled this time- as opposed to black-and-white scenes- with our frontman stating “One time, two times, three’s enough“- it is said that the foreplay is getting rough. Embarrassed by my earlier naivety and over-examination, it is clear where the loins rest and play: something sexualised and raw is writhing beneath the sheets. Before I continue with the lustful and lip-biting point, I should mention the song’s title. Every blog, review and commentator- I guess I am not special in this sense- has highlighted that it forms a quote from Home Alone. As much as you do not want to picture Macaulay Culkin during this song- or any time for that matter- it was one of the stand-out lines from the 1990 hit movie: directed at the bungling intruders, the smug infant used the French terms as an in-your-face jibe. A London band have also used Les Incompétents to form their moniker- the song on display here is anything but (inept or useless). Quite an original and unique title, it is perhaps inevitable you would be imagining high-jinx capers: a booby trap or floor of marbles upends the clumsy burglars? Quite a strange juxtaposition- given the passionate and rough foreplay- but hey ho. With images of long-forgotten films out of his mind, our frontman is keen to step away from the pandemonium and peculiarity of the situation. Whatever is going down- err from smutty suggestions- he does not do this for the woman: he does it for himself. There is no need for hollow thrill or satisfying a player: miscommunication and contrasting ideals cause the hero to put the truth out there- he is the one in control and calling the shots. Rocking the line between “right and wrong” and “left and right“, the energy and bubbling menace builds. Not entirely stepping away from their Grunge influences, a terrifically growled and italic vocal is offered: the words are punctuated with a very steely and cocksure delivery. Entwined within a composition that provides kicking and chanting guitars, killer riffs; punchy percussion and thudding bass, and you have quite a powerful aroma coming through. Our hero is up and down; present in the day and night- a unpredictable creature, he goes where his mood and instinct take him. Whether he wanders the night looking for a thrill; driving through daylight highways to clear his mind, you get the sense of a young man who wants to seek out the vitality and urgency of life- those that live life with no risks will succumb to a beige and boring fate. The trio masters of tease and temptation- perhaps befitting of a track that is promoting the benefits of short bursts- the verse’s snaking curiosity gives way to the chorus- with the sort of rampant energy 1997 Damon Albarn would eat up, it cements and solidifies the overall sensation of free spirit lust and live-for-the-moment ambition. Perhaps in awe of the sweltering heat (and breaking-point of the lyrics), the vocals take a back seat: in the final moments our frontman elicits a pained and teeth-clenched shout- the composition twists and mutates into a snarling beast of a thing. The guitars zombify and evolve into machines- a robot on the rampage, Beastie Boys and (OK Computer-era) Radiohead can be heard. With the bass adding majesty and time-keeping maturity; the percussion clattering with a hell-yeah attitude- tied to intermittent blood-curdling utterings from the inflated lungs of our hero- the track reaches its most enfevered and unbearably tense moments. Most bands would needless string together a series of unconnected and irrelevant notes: literally add noise into the song in the vain attempt at proffering to the lower common denominator listener. Waterbodies make sure their aural assault is packed with layers and meaning: there is catchiness and insistent drive here; something reckless and unfettered; a combination of composure and insane detachment- it is designed to mess with bra clasps as well as the senses. Just as you want- and damn it, demand– more, the song starts to come down to land. With some conclusive feedback, it is as though the band have walked off stage: thrown their instruments into the crowd, they make a dramatic exit- leaving the exhausted throng to try to comprehend everything that has come before. When I reached the 2:41 mark, I was stunned at just how much was crammed into one song- it points at a very bright future for the group.

If the Canadian trio keep penning chef-d’oeuvres like this, then they could find themselves the recipients of some very important phone calls. As we- in the U.K.- are in the midst of festival season, I am hearing many inferior bands top the bill at our most high-profile dates- surely that gives inspiration to the likes of Waterbodies. Perhaps my French uttering has hyperbole and over-exaggeration, yet you cannot deny the band are a pure force to be reckoned with. What the French Call “Les Incompétents” is a tight and compelling song from a group that are growing (with intent) upon each new release. With the blogosphere alight with effusive and enamoured praise, it bodes well for their future success- they are popular in their native country, yet deserve a wider audience. Europe and the U.K. has always had its ear firmly to the ground, so I hope that it is not long until the trio find themselves heralded over here. Their sound is a hugely popular and could see them being in huge demand. What the French Call “Les Incompétents” not only wins you over with its charming and unexpected origins; the intensity and memorability of the track is the main selling point here. The boys put in their most focused and tight performance ever: the song never loses its edge and sense of determination from start to finish. The vocal performance is a strong, urgent and defiant throughout. Our frontman allows his inner Grunge to come play- towards the closing moments- but for the large part presents a very unique and particular vocal. Imbued with passion, spit, lust and sly wink, it is a performance I would like to see extended across multiple songs- something to bear in mind for the future. Able to tempt and softly speak, it can go to an impassioned and rueful belt in next to no time- the mobility and range that is provided is quite stunning. Words of What the French Call “Les Incompétents” compel even the most casual listener to imagine and picture: it is impossible not to have your own version of events running through your mind as the song plays. Showing a keen ear for economy, the band do not stuff too many words into the song: they give the lyrics a chance to breathe and strike; ensuring that the verses are measured and concise- the quality of the words cannot be ignored. Towing an intelligent line between laddish and immature; mature and intent, you wonder how the song worked out. The final notes give the impression our hero has some thinking to do; needing to work things out, perhaps there are some loose ends he needs to explore. The exceptional and clear production allows the music to shine and pervade hard. The bass adds an immense weight and support throughout: ranging from hard-hitting and driving to measured and empathetic, it is a terrific performance. Percussion notes are largely impassioned and hot-blooded: nobly supporting the hero’s plight, they clatter, pummel and tumble- capable of giving off so much emotion and force, it displays a drummer with a clear identity and talent. When the guitar makes it voice known, we get some of the most exciting moments of What the French Call “Les Incompétents”. A snarling and pained animal the one moment; a steadier snaking slither the next, the notes perfectly match the emotions and words of the foreground- ensuring the song’s potency and urgency never drops. If you have not heard the band- and What the French Call “Les Incompétents” then this is a great starting place. The track is perfectly suited for these warm days: adding sunshine and serotonin into the system; inspiring you to get outside and experience the track at full volume. It is the kind of adaptable song that means it can be enjoyed at any moment- just as suited to colder and lonelier moments, there is plenty to uplift the soul and cause a smile. With a sexy and passionate heart, it is a song synonymous with repeatability- it may be a very long time until you get the track out of your mind.

In the next few weeks I am taking a bit of a break from Canada and North America: I should probably give other parts of the world a chance to shine and impress! The fact that I say this is related to one very key point: I shall be back (reviewing similarly-located acts) because there is so much to witness and love here. Whilst the U.S. is favouring music with some terrific Pop, Indie and Folk; Canada is edging ahead when it comes to more energised and upbeat sounds. What the French Call “Les Incompétents” is a stunning testament from a band that make the mouth water. For anyone that is familiar with the guys- and their rich history- they will hear some familiarity; there are plenty of new edges and layers to investigate- something more charmed and elliptical comes through on their current offering. It is going to be exciting and fascinating to see what comes next from the St. Catherines trio. I am not sure whether another album is mooted- maybe an E.P.- but I am sure the boys have plans for a new release pretty soon. On the evidence they have just put forth, it will be a terrific and memorable collection of songs- whether What the French Call “Les Incompétents” is a red herring or their new direction, only time will tell. It would be great to see the trio in London: few U.S. and Canadian acts often travel to the U.K.; many fans and eager music-lovers have plenty of pounds set aside to witness acts such as Waterbodies. Before I wrap up this review- with my deft blend of style and succinctness- I just want to re-introduce (one of my favourite) topics: originality and ambition in music (I know that’s two subjects: semantics be damned!). A lot of new musicians still overlook the importance of providing something unexpected and different- not just sticking to rigid confines and offering staid and predictable sounds. Alas, I sound like a curmudgeonly old whiner harking on about ‘the good old days’ (whenever the hell they were)- moody and judgemental of kids and their new-fangled music. Not at all, you see: the sounds I grew up on were incorporated of bravery, adventurousness and surprise. I feel that some musicians are regressing and retreating: the best that new music has to offer is defined by the desire to present something genuinely unique. Waterbodies clearly understand this vital point: their music goes that step further and inflames something deep down. What the French Call “Les Incompétents” is a song that has been gathering some rather excited and impassioned reviews: publications have been extolling the virtues of Waterbodies’ most exciting and memorable song to date. It seems that few names will be uninitiated to Waterbodies in due course: they gets stronger with each release and showcase themselves as a serious band to watch. The last week has brought many exciting bands to my attention- including Allusondrugs and The Verideals- and am being given a lot of hope with regards the future of music- it appears that it is in very good hands. If you enjoy your sounds instilled with quality, unexpectedness, originality- in addition to some familiar and legendary threads- then make sure you get to grips with Waterbodies. The chaps are some of the most inventive and mobile bands in the world: not keen to rest on laurels or stick with the same sound, they are deftly able to weave new genres and sights into their cannon. Over the coming weeks, the trio embark on some tour dates around Canada- gauging reaction to their sparkly new song- seeing what sort of reaction their invoke in the live setting. They have said they can make a lot of noise with guitar, bass and drum; this is an understatement if ever I heard one: it is not just noise and sound they whip up; plenty of intrigue and intelligence comes through with striking intent. Glowing reviews are coming in at the rate of knots; plenty of information and detail shines in their music; masses of quotes and effusive words have been forthcoming…

SURELY enough to put on Facebook, right?

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