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 Rights- 9.5/10.0

Pick Yourself Up- 9.3

I've Got Your Back- 9.3

Burn this City to the Ground- 9.4

Shadows- 9.2

Follow You- 9.4

Tease- 9.2

Breathe- 9.4

Song for the Underdog- 9.5

Jane- 9.3

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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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

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Coyote Gospels is available from:

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

TRACKLISTING:

Old Graves- 9.6/10

Reaper Man- 9.4

A Message For You- 9.5

Mary Says- 9.5

Satan, Hear My Song- 9.6

Drinking With Jesus- 9.7

Black Sun Rising- 9.5

Resurrection Day- 9.7

Deeper Down- 9.4

God Culture- 9.9

Singing The Blues- 9.7

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 Back- 9.2/10

I'm in Love- 9.2

Heavy Heart- 9.3

Black Magic- 9.4

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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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...

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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:

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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.

https://soundcloud.com/jampottt/bilingual-subject-number/s-5au5j

 

About the Author:

http://musicmusingsandsuch.wordpress.com/about/

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Facebook:

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Twitter:

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http://www.songkick.com/artists/7535034

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http://www.reverbnation.com/bilingual69

iTunes:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/artist/bi-lingual/id644429288

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Tour dates accessible at:

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July:

23- The Showroom, Hartlepool

30- The Fenton, Leeds

August:

2- Carpe Diem, Leeds

4- Subject Number Single Release

5- The Keys, Middlesbrough (supporting DZ Deathrays)

9- The Globe, Newcastle

14- Roadhouse, Manchester

15- Ryans Bar, Derby

26- The Islington, London

30- The Lomax, Liverpool (International Music Festival)

September:

11- Zombie Shack, Manchester

October:

4- The Crown, Middlesbrough (Guests at RISE Wrestling)

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Bi:Lingual's music can be heard here:

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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 & Again- 9.5/10

Flick 'Em the V's- 9.4

Pipe Dream- 9.2

Lead the Way- 9.3

Forget Never Met- 9.3

Back Home- 9.2

It Can't Be Me- 9.3

Gotta Get Out- 9.3

Feel About You- 9.4

Take Me Back- 9.5

Sitting on My Own- 9.1

Valentine's Day- 9.4

The Fortune Teller- 9.3

Something to Believe In- 9.5

Falling Down- 9.4

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...

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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:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35S3h1DXU5M

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 Summer- 9.6/10.0

Armour- 9.5

Fall In- 9.6

Myself- 9.5

Black Shapes- 9.6

Bad Sun- 9.6

On a Boat, On the Water- 9.5

Fly- 9.7

The Light That Broke the Waves- 9.6

Taser- 9.7

The Nightmare Is Just the Beginning- 9.6

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

What the French Call "Les Incompétents" cover art

What the French Call "Les Incompétents" is available from:

https://soundcloud.com/waterbodies/what-the-french-call-les-incompentents/s-1kScQ

RECORDED AND MIXED BY:

Brian Russo

RELEASED:

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...

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Album Review: Little Sparrow- Wishing Tree

ALBUM REVIEW:

  

Little Sparrow

 

Wishing Tree

9.7/10.0

Wishing Tree is available from:

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/wishing-tree/id871212909

℗ 2014 Little Sparrow

TRACKLISTING:

Polly- 9.7/10

By My Side- 9.7

The Flame- 9.8

Wishing Tree- 9.6

Sending the Message- 9.7

Struck Gold- 9.6

I Found a Way- 9.6

The Hunted (A Bear's Tale)- 9.8

Heart- 9.8

The Swallow Flies- 9.7

STAND-OUT TRACK:

The Hunted (A Bear's Tale)

DOWNLOAD:

By My Side, The Flame, Sending the Message, The Hunted (A Bear's Tale), Heart

LITTLE SPARROW (KATIE WARE):

Vocals and Guitar

SARAH DALE:

Cello and Vocals

GRAHAM CLARK:

Violin

JOHNNY LEXUS:

Electric Guitar and Vocals

MITCH OLDHAM:

Percussion

RELEASED:

06 May, 2014

GENRES:

Contemporary, Folk

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Few artists write music that provide the same beauty and stunning allure as that of Little Sparrow. Her name may conjure images of treetop song: a morning melody and calming refrain. Wishing Tree is an album that not only provides a phenomenal amount of grace, inspiration and emotional redemption- it italicises Katie Ware as one of music's most astonishing and essential figures.

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IT is not often I get to visit Manchester...

when reviewing music. A lot of my recent endeavours have taken me across London and Yorkshire- with a brief stop-off in Nottingham. The north- aside from obvious thriving areas like Leeds- has dropped off of my radar for a little while: it is great to train my thoughts back here once more. In terms of history, Manchester has produced some notable bands: the likes of The Stones Roses and Oasis spring to mind- in modern circles, there is a loyal sect of incredible bands and artists. When considering solo artists; perhaps other areas of the country are producing more noticeable examples: London and Leeds seem to be topping the list. I am not sure what accounts for this segregation and distribution: modern music quality is not assessed on the aggregation of acts depending on location- quality alone should enforce opinions and public tastes. It just interests me the way cities like Manchester seem to offer forth more bands (than solo stars). Of course, when you do come across a terrific solo act (from unexpected sources), it is compelling to see what they can provide: whether the quality and talent is as high as other parts of the country. Before I expand upon this- in the course, introducing my featured artist- I want to discuss Folk: a genre of music that perhaps is not always in sharp focus. The mainstream is compiled of various genres of music: Folk and its sub-genres make up a small percentage of the market it seems. With bands and acts such as The Rails and Gypsyfingers (both London-based boy-girl duos), it seems that a revival of sorts may occur. Folk has always been- I may be off the mark, but it seems this way- a slightly niche and specialist genre: certainly people enjoy it, yet it has never really struck the imagination the same way Indie and Pop have. This is a great shame, alas: some terrifically beautiful and emotional music is being made (by artists of this genre)- both in the mainstream and new music. Circus Life was one of the best albums I have assessed this year: created by London-based duo Victoria Coghlan and Luke Oldfield, it mixed Coghlan's stunningly gorgeous and varied vocals; Oldfield's assured production and guitar skills- incorporated into Coghlan's songs; including quick-fire and rifled Rap; dreamy Folk ballads and colourful soundscapes. The sheer depth and range of material (on the album) took my breath away: the fantastic stories and inspired performances are still racing around my mind- it showed just how adaptable the Folk genre is. If you think about mainstream icons like Laura Marling, why would anyone overlook her music? I know she has a great number of loyal supporters; I have always felt she does not get the recognition and full investigation she deserves: her music is some of the most vivid, intelligent and poetic in the world- scored by her distinct voice, she gets stronger and more astonishing with each album. The generalisation and stereotypical view of Folk still pervades: people think of acoustic guitar-strumming songs about the countryside and nature- wishy-washy vocals expound the virtues of the planet and the free spirit love provides. To be fair, there are acts who still play this kind of music- depressing as it may sound- yet that type of music died decades ago: modern Folk is a different breed altogether- it contains an immense amount of fascination and variation. The most important thing we can do- in order to make the genre more recognised and represented- is to proffer the best the form has to offer: my featured artist is certainly on that prestigious list. I have been aware of Katie Ware's alter-ego for some months now: having followed her through mutual musician friends, my subconscious and hind-brain has been trained on her for a long time- it is great to be able to feature her fully now. Before I go into more depth, I shall introduce her to you:

"She adopted the name following a conversation with Elbow front man Guy Garvey who, having affectionately called her "Cockney Sparrow", suggested she use it as her stage name. Adapting this to the warmer title of "Little Sparrow" she began to play the first of an ever-increasing number of live performances, developing a loyal fan base. Katie recently topped the ‘Breaking Bands’ poll in The Guardian and for her debut album she has decided to combine all of her work to date on one enchanting album. ‘Wishing Tree’ features brand new tracks along with those that have already become live favourites - each song beautifully created with the power to capture the imagination and warm the heart. She has continued to develop into a uniquely talented artist through her imaginative songwriting and her captivating delivery. The live performances - now supported by this stunning album - promise to make 2014 a very special year for Little Sparrow. With delicately crafted songs combining flawless vocals, angelic strings and tender harmonies, listeners are taken on a journey from heartbreaking sadness to uplifting joy."

Little Sparrow removes the impure and old-fashioned elements of Folk and transforms it into something transcendent and ethereal- her haunting and phenomenal angelics have captured the public's imagination. Despite having been born elsewhere, music's most beautiful bird has migrated to Manchester- in addition to enthralling and seducing local crowds, she has gained adulation from national newspapers and radio stations. Differing from the likes of Marling; Little Sparrow provides something more enchanting and spellbound- many attest to how potent and phenomenal her live performances are. She reminds me a lot of Gypsyfinger's Victoria Coghlan. In addition to sharing similar effective voices, the duo are mistresses of emotional and scenic Folk songs: the sort that soothe your mind; take it somewhere remote and safe- ensure the listener is quelled, calmed and hypnotised. Ware's immense beauty is surpassed by her phenomenal voice: an instrument even more eye-catching- it is unlike any I have ever heard. With a music scene seemingly obsessed by the power of the voice, having an extraordinary one at your disposal gives you a distinct advantage- ensuring Little Sparrow is among the most talked-about musicians in the U.K. Wishing Tree is the first album from our heroine: the chance for the public to hear the full extent of her talent and potential- the results certainly do not disappoint. One of my greatest personal desires- with concerns the modern music scene- is to see some form of organisation and rationalisation. Of course there are going to be scores of new musicians coming through- it is everyone's right to join- yet there is too much overcrowding; too little quality control- at the end of the day, great scores of essential artists get buried and overlooked unfairly. In music, some are more equal than others: it is only right that the best and brightest the U.K. has to offer are given their rightful exposure and regard. My hopes and point extends to Gypsyfingers- I am sure they will be a sure-fire future hit- but it especially goes to Little Sparrow: it is clear many are falling under her spell; I just hope the momentum keeps going to ensure her name is on everyone's lips come next year. One listen of her psychotropic voice, and you are powerless to resist: Ware is a musician that wants to draw all listeners together and write music for the masses.

Being the fledgling work from our young star, it is hard to draw in comparisons with any of her previous work. Ware has been making music for many years now, and a lot of Wishing Tree's tracks have been available for a while- cuts like The Swallow Flies and The Hunted (A Bear's Tale). The last year has seen Little Sparrow tour extensively: taking her music across the country, she has been playing her tracks to eager crowds- gaining feedback and studying reaction. It is clear that her songs mean a lot to her supporters: there are no early nerves or signs of weakness to be found at all. A lot of new acts showcase songs that are not as strong- as their later work- and that which is defined by incompleteness- Little Sparrow's first movements are assured and filled with confidence and beauty. The biggest development one could see is between the live version of the album's tracks- and the studio equivalents. Having also heard cover versions and other tracks (by Little Sparrow) the work on Wishing Tree is the summation (and fullest representation) of Ware's visions. Her songs- when in the live environment- are tender, emotional and awash with intimacy. The album's songs have greater depth and realisation: the high production values do not water-down Little Sparrow's luster- it highlights her incredible voice and lifts the songs to rarefied heights. Everything- on the album- comes across as deep and nuanced: the combination of musicians add richness and colours to the tracks. In essence, we are really witnessing the continuation of our heroine's tender moments: the Cementation of her most personal and relevant songs- the results really speak for themselves. The biggest point one can raise is with regards to her future movements- Wishing Tree is the result of years of performing, writing and hard work. Whether Ware is planning on releasing new material next year- or is going to wait a little- that will show the development she has made. As her debut is so full and compelling, it is going to be fascinating to see what direction she takes next: her sound is so unique and distinct, one suspects future output will follow the same line as Wishing Tree. If you have a particular talent and voice, it seems remiss to tamper with it too fully: I suspect her next moves will introduce new topics and inspiration; keeping her core firm and unfettered, we will probably witness a comparable collection. Artists like Laura Marling do not radically evolve between albums: Marling keeps her personality and distinctions as they are; instead choosing to change subject matter and introduce new stories. I suspect Little Sparrow will work the same way: new compositional elements may come in, yet it will be the lyrics that are going to be the biggest change- as opposed to the vocals and style of music.

Little Sparrow, Katie Ware, Mudkiss Fanzine, Mudkiss photography, Melanie Smith, photoshoot, interview.

Our heroine has a very distinct and elliptical voice: it makes it hard to compare her with anyone on the current scene. If I had to think of any particular names, I would first consider Kate Bush: one of Little Sparrow's idols, you can draw parallels between the two singers. Ware has that same swooping and emotive voice: capable of flying and soaring, her range and diversity lends huge weight to her compositions. If you listen to songs such as The Hunted', you can hear what I mean. On this track, the vocal shifts between low and tender swathes; the voice then rises and mutates: reminding me of The Kick Inside-era Bush, I was astonished by the sound of the voice coming through. Whilst Kate Bush may employ her higher register more freely and ambitiously, Little Sparrow strikes you with her complete range: she has a gorgeous and crystalline upper register in addition to a solid and incredible lower range- the notes in-between are fully represented and covered. I have heard other acts- influenced by Bush- such as Anna von Hausswolff, but find myself more impressed by Little Sparrow: she has the soothing softness and seductive whispers that get inside of your head and confuse the senses- able to elicit an enormous natural beauty, her voice is her most potent weapon. If you were looking around at other singers, then think perhaps Joni Mitchell and P.J. Harvey. I have never been a huge fan of Mitchell's voice, yet one cannot deny its prowess: when Little Sparrow reaches her high notes, I get essences of Blue-era Mitchell; when swooning and memserising, shades of the Folk goddess come through. I know P.J. Harvey is another icon of Katie Ware: you can detect some of Polly Jean's distinctive colours in the mix. When Little Sparrow considers tender subjects and matters of the heart, one can extrapolate elements of To Bring You My Love (Harvey's third album). That same gut-wrenching passion and beauty comes through; Ware employs a similar sense of density and atmosphere- oceanic depth and stunning drama is unfolded. Whilst Harvey- on this album- may look at dark and unsettling themes (at times she covers death and infant mortality), Little Sparrow has a similar potency and weight: her beautiful and ethereal numbers elicit the same reaction in the listener; that sense of stun and adore. I guess it is pretty hard to draw other singers into Ware's distinct circle: the overall sound perhaps has touches of classic Folk and modern-day Blues. Little Sparrow the artist does not stick to a narrow themes and confines: her songs are infused with a depth of different and styles; taking in a myriad of scenes, our heroine ensures her compositions are as varied and fascinating as the vocal itself. The final comparison I would bring in, would be regards to two songwriting colossus: Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen. They may seem unusual names to throw onto the page, yet seem pertinent: like the U.S. masters, Ware has a similar ability to confound and seduce. Cohen's dark and fascinating poetry; Dylan's genius lyrics and insights were enough to drop the listener to their knees- possessed of a distinct talent, the listener comes away- from listening to the music- amazed and overwhelmed. Little Sparrow's sense of atmosphere, surprise, emotion and projection had me thinking of Cohen and Dylan: I get a similarly visceral reaction listening to Wishing Tree as I did Songs of Love and Hate and Blonde on Blonde- you cannot deny the effect the album has. I say the same thing when assessing any new music: do not judge it on other artists' acclaim and reputation. It is true you can detect some pleasing familiarities, but Little Sparrow- more so than most acts I have ever reviewed- would be done a disservice and injustice (if she were compared to others)- her distinctions are what makes her so unique and incomparable. If you are a fan of any of the artists aforementioned, then Ware's nom de plume will not disappoint: the biggest treasure comes when you assess the music on its own strength- and discover a very rare jewel indeed.

After mentioning Polly Jean Harvey, Wishing Tree begins with an appropriate track: Polly. The opening embers of the track are still and imploring: our heroine asks her subject to come home- knowing her words "paint a picture", your thoughts are instantly compelled to imagine and wonder. You get images of a tender and ingenue central figure: out in the unforgiving circumstances of the world, perhaps here is a runaway or lost figure- vivid images of tears (on Polly) and nervously anxious moments come through. Backed by languid and aching strings, Ware's voice is a paragon of gentleness and seduction: the passionate conviction and tenderness gorgeously eases through the mood to connect with the listener. Instilled with a worried tongue, it is said that- unless Polly returns- the dust won't settle "until you're safe back home." A sense of mystery pervades and lingers: not knowing the circumstances behind this missive, you wonder what has caused the heroine to flee- perhaps a relationship has broken down or personal doubts have made her question her place in the world. Possessed of quite a literary and classic story-line, the atmosphere is augmented and ignited after the 20 second mark: a clicking percussive snap drives quickened strings- those classic tones beautifully melt with Ware's determined and stunning voice. Matching the flair of the composition, the vocal becomes more impassioned and quickened: our Little Sparrow can see the lost fledgling from her window; "staring back at me", your mind starts to reassess and wonder. Perhaps the song's subject is playing a game; maybe it is more an essence of a person (as opposed to a physical thing); we could be hearing of a child that has fled the nest- such is the intrigue, ambiguity and fascination that is laced in, it is impossible to collect all of your thoughts into a cohesive whole. Hand claps and backing vocals raise the intensity and fever once more: Ware's voice becomes pin-sharp and balletic as she sees Polly below- wondering whether she can tie her wishes "to the tree." Perhaps an animal form or strange sensation is being unfurled; whomever is ascribed, Ware is anxious and keen for resolution- she will not be satisfied until they are safely returned. "The attic is bare"; "Your voice is so missed": with a resolute and composed vocal, you can feel the haunting sadness linger- it appears that this person made a big impact; their presence is being sorely missed. The song keeps you captivated by its changing skin: one moment the vocal and composition are spirited and rushed; the next it is slowed and floats- ensuring that every note and word stays in your mind and enraptures you. With Ware speaking of "bright colours" shooting out into the sky; the beauty that is all around, you feel that a last-ditch plea is being made- that desperation and fear becomes unbearable. As the song nears its end, the composition becomes more swelling: Ware's voice echoes and calls out- it is impossible not to hope the song's subject returns home. Polly is a triumphant and phenomenal start to the album: the early signs of By My Side let us know that more wealth is forthcoming. Gentle guitar and impassioned violin beckon in the track- beginning with energised and romantic intent, you are lifted and fascinated at once. When Ware comes to the microphone, her voice is urgent and determined: meeting her sweetheart (I imagined a man was being referenced) "in the park"; her hero will blow away her fears- one suspects that something more tender and redemptive is afoot. A gorgeous guitar arpeggio drives the song (reminding me of Radiohead's Street Spirit (Fade Out); Ware keeps her voice true and straight as she pays tribute to her man- someone who tells her he will make her "feel complete." As you feel romance will bloom and blossom, events take a turn for the worse: her sweetheart leaves in the autumn; taking himself off across the ocean, he sadly departs. Sensing an air of confusion and hurt- backed splendidly by the emotive composition- you sympathise with our heroine. Ware does not want him to depart; "Please don't go far away" she says- wanting him by her side, her voice is at its sharpest and most beautiful. Whilst lonesome watching the leaves change colour, she waits from the window- like a seafarers' wife, all she can do is hope that her man will return safely. Polly possessed quite a vintage and charming heart- the same sort of subject Kate Bush would cover- as does By My Side: it has its soul in literature and bygone classics; such is the nature of the words and stories. It is impossible not to be hypnotised by the sensuality and stillness of the vocal- unimpeded by heavy composition, it is a spellbinding and beautiful performance. You know how much this person means (to Ware): if he remains true and noble, so shall she- all she wants is him to come back and be with her. Backing this tale of aching love is a particularly impressive violin: one that tugs at the heartstrings; forces tears and wild wind; whips up a compendium of scenes and sights- providing incredible backing to Ware's enraptured voice. As strings combine and mingle- providing a sense of reflection and pause for thought- you sigh and smile as it washes over you- hoping that a satisfactory resolution will come about. Our heroine makes a last plea to her beau: calling across the land, she is incomplete without him- few listeners will leave the song without their heart offering support, tears and ache. Following on from the serene and emotive By My Side; The Flame employs darker and shadowy notes: projecting twilight moments, a haunting vocal works alongside the shady and foreboding instrumentation. When Ware offers embryonic words, I caught a glimpse of Beth Gibbons: that same catch the voice; a similar breathiness came through that caught me by surprise- and set up what was to come. After some Portishead-esque beauty, Ware showcases just what makes her voice so special: able to go from a child-like innocence to a deeper and more sensual low, it brings her words to life with stunning desire. Proclaiming "I'm the same as all the rest", you feel she is speaking to her lover: wondering whether he will ever see the best (in her). If you- like me- see embers of Portishead, parts Bjork come through too: that same stunning atmosphere and majesty is summoned up by Ware- supported by brave and stoic strings. It is a hugely impressive performance- even early on- as our heroine gives herself up to the war: she is going to give it "everything I've got." Ware casts herself as the flame: something to be viewed and loved but not touched. Begging for love and respect- rather than something cheaper and more shallow- you sense a woman who needs comfort and commonality- her man maybe is unaware of just what she desires (and should know better). Here the composition is at its most magisterial and stirring: tremulous percussive shimmers bond with aching strings; joined by haunted backing vocals, a sonic storm is unleashed- superbly lifting the song and enforcing its messages. Ware wants to be treated kind; she knows that the world is growing up too fast- there is room for love in the fast-moving and complex life. Awash in a lake of serene contemplation, Ware is a lonely woman in a hollow relationship: as the final stages come into view, you wonder whether the hero will ever step up and do the right thing. Our heroine's voice transforms into a bird song: twisted and beautifully entwining her words, the projection and delivery is impeccably well-considered and impressive- realising love is the same everywhere, Little Sparrow's unique assessment gives the words a stark and unimpeachable beauty. Our heroine has a flame inside of her; it is always growing and burning- it needs to remain bright and hot, yet it is in danger of being extinguished. The title track arrives next. Here we are introduced to something more Country-tinged and upbeat: an invigorated and dancing string coda shakes off the sorrow of numbers previous. With an itinerant mind, the song spares little time in making the brain conspire- wondering what is arriving next, you are captured by the intriguing introduction. Ware's voice is firm and pointed here: carefully delineating her words she advised (her subject) to "Take a step back from the things you see"- it appears if they do not, they will become easily confused. Taking us away from the sound and flavour (of the first three tracks), Wishing Tree is a tantalising and exciting number. Returning to the parable of the wishing tree, Ware advises her man to plant his essence in a field; grow his life and be her wishing tree- a charming and sweet sentiment. The vocal is particularly effective: Ware employs a call-and-response tactic; delivering the line, it is then repeated back- giving the track a constant momentum and energy. There is child-like innocence and playfulness throughout the song. Ware closes her eyes and counts to ten; she makes a wish- wanting to take her boy's hand, she will pick colours from the rainbow. The song's effusive energy and kick makes sure you are caught up in it: you will find yourself singing the song after you have finished listening to it- such is its charm and power. Our heroine wants her wishes fulfilled and her heart satisfied: her hero needs to make his queen happy. It is the melody and vibrancy of the composition that really resonate: the latter has hallmarks of Jack White's Lazaretto (and its Country moments); the melody flows and swims- it is impossible to shake off the beauty and grace. Sending the Message arrives to provide the album's half-way mark. Starting life with gentle and gorgeous strings, there is an element of darkness that comes into the initial moments: we are back into the dusk and experiencing something less innocence. When Ware arrives, she advises her focus to "Take this town/give it up." Instantly, you wonder what the words are referencing- if she wants her man to leave and go somewhere else; you are certainly curious. The voice is crystal-clear and spectral: desiring her suitor to take everything "beside me", she implores boldness. In this moment, you know something more redeeming and inspiring is being spoken of. Ware wants her man to aim for ambitions and dreams (and do not hold back)- whether he has been sacrificing too much or hesitating, now is the moment to go for what is craved. In a sense, here is a continuation of By My Side: again, our heroine wants her man to be with her and not leave; it seems that whatever he is planning, she wants to be included in it- the thought of being left on her own is causing upset. With a fantastically emotive and memorable vocal combination- backing vocals pair and weave; overlap and spiral- Ware is sending the message forth: come to her and do not leave. A call of distress, that unique and wonderful beauty remains in place- Ware reaches operatic splendor and divinity (around the 1:50 mark). Boasting one of her most stirring and emotive vocal performances, Sending the Message keeps you gripped and compelled. Ware's vocal elongates and holds- with accompanying backing vocals- as she proclaims she's "holding on"- keeping her hopes alive her man will not go away from her. The weight and grandeur of the vocal compels the listener to silence: you simultaneously are gripped and fascinated- wanting things to work for the best. Ware once more makes it known that both lives can be achieved: fulfilling dreams and wishes; being with her. With a romantic clarion call- sending shivers through the air- one wonders whether our heroine will get her wish: when the song trickles to its end, perhaps she is destined to be on her own. It is hard to shake the beauty and immense passion of the vocal; the conviction and tenderness of the words- the heartbreaking composition. In need of soothe and uplift, Struck Gold comes into play. Sighing and uplifted wordless vocals give the song a heavenly and choral beginning: you get the feeling we could hear happier scenes. Once more love is being looked at: Ware's man takes a little piece of her wherever he goes- the vocal is lower here and has a sigh and seductive undertones. Bound to her man, our heroine gives paen and adulated outpouring: not believing her luck, she is caught in love's heady spell- lessons are being taught and sage words proffered. Ware is determined to keep this thing alive: asking her man to keep his eyes on her, she would not change him "for the world." When it comes down to it, he is "the piece of me that struck gold"- that safety and contentment resonates in Ware's soothed and sensual voice. As the song rises and rushes, Country edges come through once more: shades of Nashville arrive in the yearning composition. Our heroine is "ordinarily forgetful", but she is "already home." Stepping away from the tone of previous numbers, here Ware has an older heart: she has been through the mill and is relived to be ensconced in a warm and loyal haven. The lovers have different pasts and personalities- our heroine did not think that the relationship would last and thrive. Against all the odds of trepidation and doubt, the duo seem to be going strong: when the chorus comes back into play, you cannot resist sing along in support. Our heroine shows how versatile her voice is: presenting a fully convincing Country performance, she laces the song with authority and passion- you would imagine you were listening to the likes of Loretta Lynn or Patsy Cline. Keeping her inimitable and defined heart solid, you feel a sense of relief and assurance: after turbulence and upheaval, it is great to hear Ware come up roses- you hope that this will continue for a long time. Beginning with a dusky and touching vocal- backed by darkly-plucked strings- in Found a Way; our heroine "found a way into your room." With much passion and lust in her vocal- as I have heard anywhere else- Little Sparrow has reason to be renewed: immersed in her lover's heart, she does not want to get out- she won't get out as "I'm all yours." Joining beautifully tumbling and springing guitar strings is soft (but notable) percussion- Ware drives I Found a Way forward with her open and extraordinary vocal performance. Imbued with a constant energy and force, our heroine seems relaxed and determined at once: knowing that these feelings will "never fade", here is perhaps the most overt testament of happy love. In spite of the comfort of this passion, our heroine has no intention in finding more about her man: it is not her plan to dig deeper and get to the core. Stunning Kate Bush-esque cooed highs (around 3:05) delightfully get inside of your head- Ware never lets her potent voice drop or subside; it captivates the entire way through. Maybe tempted to delve inside her man's soul, you feel the love may break (if she does): now that she is in his life, she does not want to jeopardise that. Ghostly and angelic vocals float above a bubbling undercurrent- mixing Country tones into proceedings. When the closing moments come into view, the positivity and comfort never lets go: Little Sparrow is at her most soothed and romanticised here- it is a pleasing thing to hear and provides necessary counterbalance to some rather hard-hitting (earlier) numbers. Having been around for a while- a live favourite too- The Hunted (A Bear's Tale) is one of the album's stand-out tracks. Starting with an explorative and mutating guitar coda, there is a calm and sense of serenity at first. Ware's voice teases and aches; stretching and emoting, she sees her hero high up on the hill- a faraway figure, you wonder whether love has broken down, or if our heroine is chasing her desired target. Ware is alone and by herself; to be with her friend and "follow your trail." It is here that Little Sparrow shows another quality to her voice: that aching and elongated delivery is unlike anything I have heard- able to summon up so much emotion and force, it hangs and glides in the air. Our heroine projects herself as the animal and hunted: thinking she has failed in the world; her voice implores those not to follow "into my cave." Loneliness and a sense of detachment come through; your heart goes out to her; the words settle in your mind- images and pictures flood in as you imagine Little Sparrow as a scared and confined figure. Advising caution, she tells her brave follower to back up: perhaps he is pursuing her romantically; Ware feels too lost to offer anything solid- maybe staying away is the best course here. When our heroine says she is "hunting the huntsman still", you feel there is redemptive force coming out: desire and longing are making their way through in the form of ravenous intent. Life forms and images turn towards scenes of capture and taxidermy: Ware wants to bring the huntsman down; tear him apart and have him stuffed- notions of romantic ideals perhaps take a back seat! Danger, temptation, hurt and fear linger throughout the song: our heroine has a wounded and hurt soul and cannot control herself- she may lash out and will not "forgive myself." Experimenting with- and pushing- her voice; our heroine goes from primal (and wounded) howls; sorrowful introspection and spiritual highs- her voice runs a gamut of emotions and colours; each one vivid and fascinating. I get captured in her performance: not only do the works starkly come to life; the listener is treated to the most compelling vocal turn of the L.P. As Ware's voice stretches, cries out and gasps, it seems that the bear has been captured: the pain and dread resonates and there is definitely lust underneath. Adding a plot twist and final piece of the puzzle, Ware (tells her man): "Touch me I'm yours"- subverting expectations and providing a romantic and honest final thought. Our penultimate track arrives in the form of Heart. Riverside and spacey; sexy and impassioned, the initial electric strings beckon the listener forth- touches of early-career Radiohead come through in the guitar work. When Ware comes to the spotlight, she unveils one of her most impassioned and seductive vocals. Able to tempt the birds from the trees, it has a smoky undertone; a beautiful and lustful core- giving the lyrics a stunning amount of urgency. Encapsulated in the evening's promise, Ware wants to "see the joy in your eyes"; desirous to see behind the disguise, she is with her lover- wanting him to take the ribbon from her heart, her quivering voice is filled with desire. Her man puts a "new beat" in her heart (once again): in these honest moments, you can hear the true and inner Little Sparrow come through- the romantic and impassioned woman. It is hard not to be washed away in the tranquility and beauty of the song: the vocal and composition are delicate and tender- Ware's voice causes shivers and smile. Her lover opens her door to her mind: usually more closed and cordoned, his passion and presence is causing happiness and renewed hope. If you close your eyes and let the song take over you, it causes myriad images to flow: you see the sweethearts talk and hold hands; making plans, our heroine believes there is "something waiting for me." By the last seconds, you still cannot open your eyes: that endless beauty and softness (that emanates) is a powerful and potent force. Taking Wishing Tree to its end is The Swallow Flies. Another track that has been gaining a lot of attention, it is a perfect swan-song- to a marvellous and phenomenal album. Starting with a gorgeous vocal, Ware wonders whether you could "ever be a reality"- could she ever open sails to the clear blue sky? Your head and heart see her floating over the oceans: sensing Ware has a desire for freedom and the open air, her voice is at its most natural and wistful. Witnessing the "pictures in your eyes", our heroine is hand-in-hand with her sweetheart- tripping through the streets (where the soldiers line), you can hear the sun shine and breeze blow. Looking up high, the swallow flies in the north-east wind- our heroine wants her love to "Just dance/Just dance/Tonight." While you try to project everything that is being sung, you are once more tenderised by the haunting vocal: Ware's voice soars and sweetly whispers- on top of gently-picked guitar; one of the album's most still and evocative moments is elicited. A haunting and emotive coda ends the track: backed on vocals, Ware stretches her words- "Breathe in/Breathe out" in a deep breath; coming back a few more times, the atmosphere builds high. As Johnny Lexus offer some Qawwali-inspired vocal notes, the track comes down to land- you sit and smile after hearing the last notes of a truly remarkable album.

Little Sparrow at The Deaf Institute supporting Kyla La Grange, 02/10/12, Katie Ware, taken by Shay Rowan

Having offered up so many words about Wishing Tree- I will try to keep it relatively brief here. Most albums or E.P.s (I have heard this year) have at least one or two weaker numbers: here there is nothing even close to that- each of the ten tracks are exceptional and demand multiple investigations. Covering so many different topics and possibilities, each song acts as a new story: vivid detail and rich emotion pours forth- it is an album that gives so much and demands only attention from the listener. Most modern artists pack albums with similar-sounding tracks: Ware ensures that each of her songs has a different heart and very unique feel to it. Folk and Contemporary are genres that are hard to get right and perfect: modern mistresses like Laura Marling have added their marks on the form- Little Sparrow has the potential to be among the most talked-about artists in the world. Before I provide praise to the album's players, I will mention one point: the production. Every song on Wishing Tree is given space and room to breathe and proffer: each word and note rings with clarity; the vocal is exceptionally precise and clear. Too many albums are ruined by bad production values: songs are scarred because the vocals are distorted and mixed too far down; the composition gets too heavy and persistent- it is a shame to witness. Wishing Tree sounds very much like a live album: in the same way Jeff Buckley's Live at Sin-é (recorded in a New York coffee shop in 1993) draws the listener into an intimate East Village cafe; here it is as though we are listening to Little Sparrow in a charming and characterful room- just a few musicians and enough room for a few lucky listeners. Before I mention our star; praise much be given to her supporting cast. Sarah Dale does a magnificent job throughout: her cello offers sadness and loneliness; aching notes add so much emotion and passion- it almost steals the show on a few number. When backing Ware on vocals, songs have that extra bit of weight: Dale is a key cog in the Little Sparrow machine. Graham Clark provides equal passion and musicianship throughout the album. His violin tones offer ache and sensuality; romance and gentle touches- it is a fantastic performance that lends so much to a rich and wonderful album. It would be great to hear more of his contributions in future releases (from Little Sparrow). Johnny Lexus provides Rock-edged heart and some masculine edges. His electric guitar plants grit, passion and punch (when the songs call for it); composure, strength and emotional support at other intervals- his vocals beautifully combine with Ware's too. My final applause goes to Katie Ware- the biggest of all for sure. Her guitar playing is exceptional, detailed and compelling throughout: it appears constantly and shows what a fantastic and talented musician she is. Her lyrics and songs are tapestries of impassioned love, personal doubts; burning desires and classic literary tales- few contemporaries have such a talent and flair for songwriting; Ware is among the most exciting songwriters of her generation. The final point- and obvious shout-out- goes to her voice: that unstoppable and unforgettable weapon that is stronger than everything else. When I was reviewing Gypsyfingers- and Coghlan's voice- I was stunned at how beautiful it could be: I had not heard too many female singers able to shift their voice and present so many different aspects. Ware has one of the most scintillating and emotional voices in music. Capable of enchanting and heart-stopping beauty, there is times- throughout Wishing Tree- where you are stopped in your tracks. It is not just her highs and sweeter tones that seduce: her range and mobility means she can go from husky and darker whispers to hot and heavy middles- there are not many other singers that match her in the voice department. I knew I would enjoy Little Sparrow's debut album- I was not expecting to love it quite so much. The songs keep going around my head: I find myself listening to specific parts; re-playing certain vocal moments and snatches- keen to take in the full majesty of the album. Perhaps one of the finest records I have heard all year, Little Sparrow is a treasure that everyone should seek out- Wishing Tree is the first essential purchase of 2014.

I suppose my effusive and positive words give you an insight into my overall feelings: Little Sparrow is one of the most effective and stunning artists on the music scene. Not only one of this country's brightest lights, she has a talent that transcends Folk barriers and very much connects with everybody: like Marling, Little Sparrow has the potential to be one of the most talked-about musicians available. With the likes of The Guardian including her in their 'Breaking Bands' polls, it appears it will not be long until huge breaks and developments are afoot. Ware has taken her music across the north (and the U.K. as a whole); seduced crowds and swathes of fans- the demand off of the back of Wishing Tree will rise and augment massively. Its songs are all wrapped around Ware's sublime and stunning voice- do not think of her as a one-trick pony. Even if Little Sparrow had nothing else to offer, she would be worth seeking out: the fact that the songs are incredibly atmospheric and inspired is the main selling point- the reason she will go on for many years to come. If you want to succeed and remain in the public consciousness, you need to deliver campaign promises; make sure every music-related facet is considered: Ware has taken great trouble to ensure every possible consideration is covered. An every-man sort of performer- she has a natural warmth and friendless that has enchanted audiences- it is impossible not to elicit a sigh and be warmed by Little Sparrow- personality and warmth are ideals that many modern musician negates to consider. In addition to the stunning music, Little Sparrow ensures that her online portfolio is complete and authoritative: her official website is informative and well-designed; plenty of information is included- her range of representation across music-sharing sites is impressive and considered. Our heroine has ensured that as many ears as possible can access her music: seek out the woman behind the songs and investigate everything there is to know. Too many new musicians present minimal online coverage: perhaps something pithy and nondescript on Facebook and Twitter; the odd track on SoundCloud- precious little else. With Wishing Tree having been in the ether for a couple of months now, I have been checking out reviews and early feedback: a lot of positivity, praise and respect is coming the way of the Manchester-based songbird. Polly- one of the album's finest tracks- is released imminently, and is sure to receive rotation across the country's most important and influential radio stations. Those that have not yet heard Little Sparrow get a chance to witness just what she is about- hopefully compelling them to pick up her album. I began the review- I shall leave you be soon; I know I have said a lot- by mentioning Folk, Manchester and discriminating public minds- I shall wrap this all up with more succinct regard. Manchester is a city that has provided some of the world's most spectacular and inspiring music: as we see this year tick away, the city is going to gain headway with regards to toppling the likes of Leeds and London- acts like Little Sparrow (and bands such as The 1975) are making impressive footsteps; a resurgence and reclamation of birth rights is going to occur. Public tastes are more open and less discriminating as in recent years: people are being more adventurous and allowing themselves to witness some of music's most interesting new acts. The Folk genre is receiving a hell of a lot of new attention: in addition to fantastic artists putting it back into the limelight, music-lovers are realising it is one of the most compelling genres available. Little Sparrow's Contemporary-Folk blend (of spectral beauty and incredible harmonies) is something that more people need to take a hold to. It is music that blows away the blues; capable of eradicating any form of weariness and disinterest, it does what great music should do: puts you in a better head space and inspires the mind into the bargain. Wishing Tree is a compendium of beauty and fascination from one of this country's most promising young songwriters- a singer that has few equals; a sound that has few competitors. If Ware ever comes and plays London, I will be there- front row and centre- it must be quite an experience to witness her music that close and direct. For now, I shall end this review with one important point: the future of music. We are all aware of what is happening in the mainstream: the goings-on and new releases come to our attention freely; it is hard to escape the glare of publicity and promotion. When it comes to new music, there is less attention paid: the artists often have to sell themselves and it can be a Herculean task deciphering the best from the worst. Incredible new music is synonymous with its diversity and quality- genres like Folk and Contemporary are leading a very promising charge. If you have tired- like many have- of heavy and overly-emotional sounds; bored with the same old kind of music; are eager to uncover something affirmative and genuinely beautiful, Little Sparrow- and Wishing Tree- should be at the top of your list. I don't know about you, but life is not as rosy and spectacular as it could- and definitely should- be. I find myself looking to music to provide solace and a sense of comfort (and redemptive balm). If you desire a similar form of much-needed remedy...

I know just the musician.

https://soundcloud.com/uklittlesparrow/the-swallow-flies

 

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Track Review: Indiana- Heart on Fire

TRACK REVIEW:

Indiana

 

Heart on Fire

9.3/10.0

Heart on Fire is released on August 24th. It is available to pre-order from:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/heart-on-fire-single/id880851717

2014 Sony Music Entertainment UK Limited

The album No Romeo is available from 1st September. It can be pre-ordered from:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/no-romeo/id877685078

℗ 2014 Sony Music Entertainment UK Limited

GENRES:

Alternative, Electronic, Trip-Hop, Dance, Pop.

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Her album No Romeo is released in September: it will be the first L.P. from one of the U.K.'s most exciting talents. Few others possess the same majestic voice and stunning sound as Indiana. If you have not experienced the thrill-ride and mesmeric beauty of the Nottingham-born heroine- investigate the wonders of Heart on Fire.

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OVER the next few days, I am...

going to be reviewing two very different female artists. Later this week I will be featuring Little Sparrow: a Manchester-based artist whose Wishing Tree album is gaining excited whispers and great applause. Being familiar with Little Sparrow, it is not surprise her album is so effective and memorable: she is one of a few young acts that is likely to have a very big future. In so much as I love bands and what they do- the range, excitement and sound they provide- it is always great to find a terrific solo act. The guys- in the mainstream at least-- have been making some impressive headway. I have mentioned the likes of Sam Smith- endlessly, in fact- but Ed Sheeran (not a fan, but people like him) and many other young stars are making impressions. When I look at female talent I am getting rather excited: some of the voices and acts I have heard coming through are among the most exciting musicians in the world. In my pages, I have assessed everyone from Annie Drury to Nina Schofield- two young solo acts that are starting to get tongues wagging- I find that the same after-effect is elicited: they will be very big this time next year. Indiana is another artist I am confident is going to be unfamiliar to nobody very soon- many music sites and radio stations have already proclaimed her one of the most promising acts of the moment. The Nottingham-based artist has a voice and sound that is compelling a wide range of listeners. Mixing '80s synths. with of-the-moment vibrancy, her music has been inspiring new musicians around the world- so many fans have connected with it and have been waiting in anticipation for new material. Not too much is known about the young heroine. Her Facebook, Twitter and online sites are filled with photos and her music- little is known about the woman behind the music. In a sense is creates a sense of mystery and intrigue: it would be great to garner and learn more from the young wonder- find out what makes her tick and who inspires her music and mindset. I was made aware of Indiana by a music contact, Phil Cass: expounding the virtue of her voice, I was compelled to dig a little deeper; seek out her music and see what all the fuss was about- the effects were quite transformative and profound. Across the years, I have heard a great deal of new female musicians: some are fantastic and linger in the mind; others stick around for a while- most tend to subside and dissipate after a few tracks. It is the nature of the music business today: with so many different artists pervading and electioneering, it is incredibly difficult making yourself known and remembered- the sound you offer has to distinguish itself from the raft of like-minded peers. Before I continue on this point- and mention Indiana more- let me give you a (small) biography:

"Indiana is a Nottingham, UK, based artist making music with 80's inspired synths and haunting vocals. Her EP Smoking Gun features the tracks Smoking Gun, Blind As I Am, Animal and her cover of Frank Ocean's Swim Good and is available on iTunes on 30th June, 2013."

Indiana has an alluring and tender beauty: being young, she projects a sense of innocence and tenderness- there is plenty of passion and soul behind the young heroine's eyes. The fact that she has already released so much material speaks volumes about her potential- I shall touch more on this a bit later. Before I investigate Indiana's music, I want to mention the current scene: the acts and artists that define today's music scene. When I look at mainstream artists- and what they are saying- I find myself looking for a whole lot more: there is plenty for everyone, yet it seems that there are gaps; something is missing- new and fresh artists need to come in and fill the voids. I love the likes of Smith (and his ilk), but feel that the mainstream is still defined by a slightness that is putting off a lot of listeners. For every credible and incredible solo artist, there are dozens of weak and terrible examples of the breed- whilst typing this I was struggling to make a list of great sole talents. It is still the case that bands are pulling in the big bucks: solo acts have their market share but are doing battle with the much sought-after band dollar. The way to remedy this imbalance is to proffer the best that new music is providing- encourage the finest young acts coming through in the hope that they will add diversity, quality and balance. The great thing about new music- as opposed to mainstream acts- is the sheer range and width of talent- every genre, sound and sight is covered. Funereal and grand organ-based Pop songs; tender and stunning Soul movements; emphatic and upbeat Electro. classics- whatever your particular tastes, there is something out there for you. One of the big problems- when it comes to putting the best newbies in their rightful place- is the communication links on social media. There is still too much homogenisation and balkanisastion: fans and music-lovers are sharing certain artists (with their friends and followers), yet that is as far as it goes: the buck stops there; the music is not being passed on further- meaning it often does not reach some very eager and hungry ears. I shall not go into too much depth on this point- lest I scare everyone off- but we are in danger of missing out on some truly wonderful acts: fresh and ambitious artists like Indiana should not be overlooked or ignored. The early signs are very promising: her demand and appeal is shooting up; her songs are getting stronger and more focused- it seems she is going to be someone we are going to hear a lot more from in the future. In order to explain why, I better get down to business...

Bound was one fo the first things to arrive from Indiana. Displaying a romantic and tenderly gorgeous heart, it sees our heroine presenting a softer and more introverted number. Later work would see her offer bigger and bolder compositions, but here the emphasise is on something sparser and more considered: the incredible vocal is what you concentrate on. Our heroine feels weak in love; compelled by a dangerous voice, the serene and smooth voice brings the words to life- you cannot help but to feel a sense of lust and desire seep through. The songwriting is strong right from the very start: Indiana mixes some familiar and common themes with a very distinct writing style- the way she presents her stories and characters separates herself from the masses of unoriginal and uninspired solo acts. There are those hallmarks- that would go onto to synonymised her work- but in the intiail phase, Indiana was intent on making a firm step: too much experimentation may have crowded the song and put off some listeners. Following on from Bound; Smoking Gun marked a step forward- that was emphasised on Mess Around. Later work would be defined by more full-bodied and evolving compositions: here, the track has a pace that does shift but is not as expansive as the likes of Heart on Fire and Solo Dancing. That said, some of Indiana's experiential touches and considerations start to come through. Portishead and Massive Attack perhaps are the biggest influences: those cinematic and swelling loops and samples are presented in the track. Indiana's teeth are showing here- as they do in Mess Around- they impressive to see: someone is in her head and our heroine wants to hurt them just for fun. Whether a dishonest boyfriend or an unpleasant friend, Indiana showcases her tough and more determined side: throbbing electronic and quick-fire beats summon up a host of atmosphere and hard-edged danger- oddly, you find yourself rooting for our heroine throughout the song. Her voice is even stronger than on Bound: she lets her darker and more breathy edges work alongside sweeter and elliptical layers- giving the song extra weight and potency. Mess Around saw another leap forward for Indiana. Adding in juttering and burbling percussion (and stuttering electronics), elements of Bjork come through in this number. The vocal is delirious and strong; captivating and entranced- breaking away from Bound's more romantic and softer line. This is the first real taste of modern-day Indiana: big and changing electronic beats crackle and sizzle; Trip-Hop and Dance elements combine to create an evocative and hugely atmospheric track. The track contains a catchy and unforgettable chorus; Indiana's voice firm as she asks "Don't you wanna mess around?." The biggest shift from Bound- aside from the sound- is the themes of the song. Our heroine lets it be known that suffering completes her; she has vengeance on her mind: perhaps a no-good man has playing around too much and is prime for a downfall- the conviction that is displayed throughout is infectious. A bolder and more emphatic cut, our heroine develops superbly from her debut- the quality is still as high and unique as it was then. Solo Dancing is a step away from Heart on Fire. The song looks at Indiana dancing by herself: backed by heavy synths. and primal beats, it is a heavy and hard beast- our heroine has chosen her path and is determined not to break from it. Strings and orchestral undertones are mixed together to give the song a richness and fuller sense of emotion. Indiana's voice is both smoky and smooth: remaining composed for the majority of the song, she wins you over with her mesmeric and captivating tones. The track has its heart in the clubs and on the beach: there is  sunniness and sense of energy that pervades; a rush and deliriousness that compels you to move and dance- not necessarily solo. Backed by stuttering vocals and beats, there is an element of danger and menace lingering beneath the surface. Being one of Indiana's most recent works, it is filled with confidence and renewed strength: her early days saw our heroine bold and brash but here her sound is even more assured and stunning. Mixing in her past work- injecting new elements into the mix- Solo Dancing brings new topics to the table: she wants to be on her own and has clearly suffered some sort of set-back. You can hear the emotion in her voice; there is a strain of vulnerability beneath the surface- at the core is a determined and strong vocal that says everything will be okay in the end. Heart on Fire draws from past songs and sounds: it brings all of her threads together and augments her majesty. The latest song has all the dependable beats, electronics and grand compositional cores; the incredible and emotive vocal is all there too- Indiana's songwriting and sense of passion has grown (once more). No Romeo will be an exciting album to witness as our heroine gets more confident and assured by the release: in Heart on Fire, she brings in new stories and topics- revelations and personal events have compelled her to write her most immediate and fantastic song to date.

It is really quite difficult comparing Indiana with any other act. Her voice is so unique and special that you get wrapped up in it- I have been trying to think of similar acts but have come up blank. I guess you could say she has essences of a few familiar artists (in her tones and projection). When listening to her past work, I get a flavour of Bjork come through. Similar to the Icelandic queen, Indiana has a distinct smokiness and whisper: that Bjork-esque accentuation and style broke its way to the surface. When Indiana lets her voice climb and sit in the middle range, I could hear some of Bjork's Post-era work make its mark. It is not an obvious comparison, but it is an impressive one: few modern singers have that distinct edge and sound- Indiana manages to invoke a lot of Bjork's beauty, passion and underlying darkness. As her compositions are busy and full- containing electronic beats and percussion- Bjork also came to mind: when you listen to Indiana's work, (her best work) contains tumbling and stuttering percussion; shadowy swathes of orchestration; pitter-patter electronic heartbeat- creating emotion and scintillation. Indiana has a great ear for composition and mood: her songs elicit weight and power in spades; some of her songs are an equal match for Bjork's most intense and memorable work. If you are a fan of early-career Moloko, then you may find some recommendations in our heroine's work. Roisin Murphy (Moloko's lead) has a voice that mixes breathy and sensual tones with electrified and urgent rushes: Indiana has a comparable balance in her voice- at times I heard a bit of Moloko come through. If you step away from the vocal comparisons- it is hard to really tie too many artists to Indiana- it is the sound that may house more similarities. The likes of Portishead and Massive Attack sprung to my attention- when assessing numbers like Smoking Gun and Dancing Solo. These songs change pace and style: they have tender and calm moment before rising and swelling with force- they put me in mind of the glory days of the Trip-Hop/Dance legends. Able to fuse the most dynamic and exciting aspects of Eletronic, Trip-Hop and Dance, Indiana has mastered the necessity of atmophere and quality: her songs tangle strings, beats and stunning electronics into an exciting boiling pot. Maybe some of Beth Gibbons (lead singer of Portishead) presents itself: that same inimitable and distinct vocal has made an impact on Indiana. Our heroine employs shades of Third-era Portishead: not only in some of the vocals but the sound of the compositions. It is rare to find a talent that has this overall sound and sense of authority: too many solo acts do not project that much potency and excitement in their music- Indiana is a breath of fresh air. With undertones of Lana Del Rey creeping into the background (of some of the tracks), she clearly has a huge range and a very impressive sound. It is unfair of me to lump her in with any of these artists. It is true that she can- and certainly will- match the same sort of intriguing highs as Bjork, Massive Attack and Portishead: our heroine's music is more individual and personal- modernised and unique, it only possess embers of the aforementioned. It is the voice itself that has been gaining the most fevered praise: a singular instrument that makes all of her songs so essential and ethereal. Instilled with a maturity, duskiness and tender beauty, it is capable of presenting multiple colours and emotions. A lot of modern singers are too limited and focused when it comes to the vocal: Indiana keeps her personality firm, yet offers so many different takes and diversions- one moment something dark and foreboding is at work; the next a more redemptive and delicate side comes through. If you want to discover an artist that truly stands apart; takes you back with her incredible voice and amazing music, then seek out Indiana- you will not hear anyone else like her come along.

Fascination and energetic urgency ensures that Heart on Fire makes instant impressions. An echoed and hypnotized vocal lodges straight into the composition: swaying and rhythmic, it is an unexpected way to begin proceedings- instantly you are drawn in and excited to hear what comes next. Backed by slight and pitter-patter percussion- in addition to a sweeter backing vocal- and sighing, aching electronics; a heady and exhilarating atmosphere is built up- something grand and huge is upon us. Just a moment before our heroine comes to the mic., the composition changes: the gentle and teasing beginnings transform into blood-rush electronics- see-sawing their way into the mix, they have a symphonic urgency and rush that catches you by surprise- as your mind and brain are transposing one another, the first words are uttered. Indiana is in a buoyant and positive mood ("I really wanna make this happen"). Her vocal is soothed and romantic: tiny flickers of lust come through a sound that is confident and meaningful- it seems that she wants to take the fall. My first impressions concern romance and longing love: it appears a brave and huge step- committing to this person- but she is ready and prepared to do so- clearly they mean a great deal to her. The words are delineated with consideration for mood and emotion: the pace is slowed to allow each word to come through with clarity; there is a pause between lines to allow reflection and absorption- a sense of restraint and calm mandate the opening moments. After this interval, percussion explosions are laid in: the composition gets heavier and more weighted- that echoed intro. comes back in to add to proceedings- as Indiana continues her story. Whatever is at stake is clearly causing her to hesitate and refrain. It appears that she needs necessary courage and commitment to enter the relationship: she starts to doubt her own strength and it seems that her nerves are on edge. Hesitancy and procrastination come to the fore- the repetition of the words "If only I..." beautifully highlight the sense of trepidation and uncertainty. Our heroine has a lot of determination and assuredness: something is causing her to resist and play it safe- maybe there is too much to lose if things go wrong. The song not only wins you over with the honesty and openness of the words: the composition and sound get inside of your heart and make the blood lust. Gorgeous and well-considered notes mix with backing vocals; pulsing electronic beats nestle alongside swelling undercurrents. Before the song (once more) expands and rushes, our heroine lets her voice whisper: imploring not to be pushed, she is close to the edge- it appears that one false move could ruin everything. Your mind instantly assumes love is being related to- it seems the most obvious interpretation- yet there could be another meaning: the nature of ambition and making your way in the world. Perhaps referencing music and her dreams, I sensed there may be several different meanings to Indiana's heartfelt words. It is clear that a great deal of passion is in her soul. As she tries to step away from the ledge, the composition fizzes and crashes once more: the electronics and percussion expand and cannibalise- Indiana is in the mix and trying to stay afloat. Keeping her vocal impressively strong and focused; with every heartbeat "I'm falling"- maybe the fact that she is watching her love from the sidelines is causing her much chagrin and pain. Every Indiana song is instilled with conviction and power: here she reaches new highs as the music augments and overwhelms- among a wave of sonics, our heroine is trying to swim against the tide it seems. Building her mantra of heartache to the skies, the melody resonates and compels the listener: providing emotive backing vocals, the sense of loss and anxiety makes the mood almost palpable. The enthused and sun-kissed essence (of the electronics) keep affairs from becoming too heavy and repressed: they beautifully balance Indiana's vocals and create a harmonious whole. Before the next verse arrives, your mind gets drawn to some nice details: skipping and sparring electronic touches create speed and franticness; the levelled and firm percussion acts as an audible heartbeat; the entire composition represents her state of mind and state of body- not only adding conviction but making sure the listener is drawn in and on her side. After the unforgettably striking words that have come before, the composition is taken down: our heroine's voice becomes calmed and solid once more- the storm has passed and she is trying to keep going. The complicated and pernicious nature of her desires is tearing her up inside. Perhaps people are pushing her into this romance too firm; maybe her logic is holding her back- whatever the scenario, it is taking its effects on her body. When our heroine sings "I'm losing my convictions"; you sense some resignation and regret in her voice: in the early stages she was impassioned and ambitious; now maybe reality is coming on too strongly- the listener instinctively wants to hear more (to see if she can find a solution). On the brink of completely losing her mind- you get the impression it is not pure metaphor- Indiana keeps her voice romantic and tender: she has not given up on her desires and will not let the strain show. With a suitably atmospheric composition- backing up her outpourings- words such as "The first fall is the deepest" strike hard- those particular sentiments probably stand out above all else. Whether this particular love is her first real one- or if she is recalling her first genuine love- it appears to have affected her thoughts. When she sings the line "The deepest I know"; a sadness and sigh creeps into her voice- our heroine has perhaps already lost quite a large chunk of herself in the battle. There is a war between her heart and her head: the former is making her fall hard and fast; the latter is trying to keep her in tact and sane- I get the impression when saying the words "I'm falling"; it can either refer to falling in love- or falling emotionally. The intelligence and simplicity of the lyrics ensure that an ember of ambiguity come into play: whether each heartbeat increases her love; if it causes her downfall, it is on a see-saw and knife-edge- the vocal is impassioned enough to suggest that it could be either. Towards the final stages, more intrigue and insight are proved by our heroine: the next coda does not have a huge energy; instead it is elongated and precise- Indiana has some sage and pressing words. Advising- I would imagine her friends and family- to leave her heart on fire, she wants them to "Read between the lines"- perhaps the message wasn't clear when she was telling them before. Once more, the language is direct and tantalising: I was wondering if there were doubts or hidden thoughts in her mind- if something deeper was not recognisable in her facade. Throughout the song you could sense that either side of desire is being referenced: whether the fire is caused by burning longing or heartbreak- it keeps you guessing and in two minds through the duration of the track. As our heroine lets it be known that she is flying, your mind errs towards avenues of contentment: perhaps whatever is being felt and experienced is what she wants; it is causing her some hurt but is a feeling she cannot ignore. The anonymous object of her affections imbues her voice with a degree of coquettishness and serenity: among scenes of internal strife, tremulousness and smile does pervade- the vocal in the chorus is instilled with plenty of breathlessness. While the final notes die out- and that chorus keeps going- you cannot stop our heroine: her heartbeat is ticking; she is falling ever further- you wonder whether she gained the satisfaction she craved...

Before I applaud Indiana herself, I will mention a couple of necessary points. Heart on Fire has a great traditional and current feel to it. Lighter and more romantic than previous numbers, it shows elements of early cuts like Bound. Since her embryonic days, Indiana has seen her confidence and ambitions grow and expand: here she manages to instill aspects of all her previous work- the upbeat energy is here; darker and more introverted tones remain; those fascinating and direct lyrics come thorough emphatically. With touches of modern-day Pop icons like Ellie Goulding- I could hear some of her voice in Heart on Fire- it is a track that is sure to inspire dance floors and clubs- in addition to armies of old and new fans. The song has a openess and universality that means it is not just restricted to sweaty night-time arenas: there is a sunshine energy that means it is just as suitable for the beaches and open roads as it is quiet bedrooms. Indiana has written a song that will be relevant to all ages and types of music-lover- it is not solely for young women. It connected with me because of the sheer passion and conviction being provided: every word came across as raw and stirring- I was keen for a happy resolution by the very end. Zane Lowe has already made the track his 'Hottest Record of the Week' on BBC Radio One: he doesn't always make wise choices; here he is spot-on. As suitable and appropriate as it is for Radio One, it has enough quality and range that means Radio Two would eat it up- smaller stations like Capital, XFM and Kiss would too. If you can write a song that is that effective and mobile, then you are onto something rather special- Indiana has unveiled her most ubiquitous and memorable song to date. There are a lot of different reasons why Heart on Fire sticks in the imagination: the alluring and passionate heroine provides nearly all of them. I have been in love with Indiana's voice ever since I heard it- as recently as a few weeks ago. Being familiar with some of her back story, Heart on Fire brings the young artist another step forward: the track provides a fascinating glimpse into her future album release. Too many contemporaries do not possess the necessary beauty, firepower and passion in their voice: through Heart on Fire, our heroine compels and seduces with ample ease. Many young listeners will be able to empathise with the story- and recognise the vocal sound- and fully get on board- for everybody else, it is the overall composition that wins you over. The voice is an emphatic and unforgettable centre- the way it is supported and highlighted is incredibly effective. Keen not to make it too thin or overpowering, it offers just the right amount of balance and energy- neither the vocal or composition sit too high in the mix. Filled with fantastic details and plenty of layers, the track needs repeated listens- for its full potential and beauty to be recognised. Elements of modern Pop/Dance blend with Trip-Hop, Dance, Experimental and Electronic: stirred into a fantastically rich song, it certainly leaves its mark. There is catchiness and fantastic hooks that run through the song: the chorus is impossible to shake; the driving and colourful compositions makes you smile and sing- by the time the track comes to the end, your body and vocal chords are pretty fatigued. Ordinarily I would not seek out a song like Heart on Fire- if someone described it to me. Being familiar with the mainstream and the type of music being produced, few acts manage to make any sort of memorable movements- it would be foolhardy to ignore a fantastic song without listening to it. The likes of Laurel and Ivy & Gold are fronting some of this country's most sensational and impressive singers. Indiana not only wins you over with her fantastic and emotive portrayals, but her overall songwriting: a clear maturity and gift for melody is evident. Heart on Fire- in anyone else's hands- would have been a lugubrious and sentimental cast-off: here it is an assured and nuanced gem that is going to get many people hotly excited (for the release of her album, No Romeo). Clearly Indiana has experienced her share of crushes, lost loves, unrequited desires and personal pains: the way she adapts and channels them into music is stunning.

After listening to Heart on Fire, I have been compelled to closely study Indiana's past work. Being so young, one would expect a certain sense of naivety or inexperience to come through in her music: this is far from the case; every track she has produced has been instilled with confidence, bravery and a strong and determined voice. The vocal aspect is a very important facet: it is something that is focused on massively; it seems to be the defining mark of any truly great talent- so few live up to their potential or give the public something truly captivating. There is something about Indiana's voice that is hard to ignore and forget: a sense of beauty and wonder come through; an underlying power and passion makes her words so elementary and urgent- she seems to be the genuine article. It is not just the voice that is so mesmerising: the lyrics and tracks have an intelligence and individuality that sets her aside from her contemporaries. Up until now, Indiana's E.P.s have consisted of a single(s), accompanied by remixes of said song(s)- it would be great to see something more fully fledged in the near-future. The talent and determination Indiana shows hints at a young artist with a lot to say: a five or six-track E.P./L.P. would showcase different sides and stories- highlight just how striking an act she truly is. For anyone looking for that necessary resolution, you will not have to wait too long: her debut album No Romeo is out on September 1st. In addition to containing the previous hit single Solo Dancing- and other previous tracks- it will be terrific to hear what Indiana has on her mind: she has shown so much potential already and I expect a diamond of an album to come forth. Our heroine has enjoyed some rather prestigious and exciting dates lately- she has performed at Wireless (in London and Birmingham). In future weeks she will be taking on Camp Bestival and Leopalooza Festival: that sets up her biggest ever gigs- performing at Reading and Leeds. The video for Heart on Fire seems to have been a ball: it shows Indiana as an undercover D.E.A. agent- cocking her gun, she is positively bad-ass. She is having a great deal of fun with music: in love with recording, filming and performing; that natural charm and happiness comes through in the music- underpinned by a soulfulness and tender longing, Indiana is going to be one of the most important artists to watch (next year). I shall leave you be in a second, but just need to end with one point: female solo artists. There are plenty out there at the moment, you see: depending on your tastes and preferences, you are pretty well-stocked- the trouble is, too many of them are short-lived and temporary. Indiana not only has the ammunition to enjoy a long and memorable music career, but plenty of range and difference in her music: she does not simply stick to a rigid sound and one-dimensional construct. Filled with love, life, vivid imagery, heartache and positivity; there is a wealth of information and passion in every track: No Romeo is likely to cement her reputation as one of the most potent female talents in the country. In the U.S., Indiana is The Hoosier State: the 38th most populus state (in terms of area), with a rich and diverse economy- other states offer more, alas. Indiana the Artist is Nottingham's proud daughter: few other acts provide more fascination and potential- in terms of competition, she is pretty high up the list right now. Heart on Fire is a stunning track that showcases a fervent and ambitious young woman: someone whom wants to succeed and play music for as long as is possible. Having witnessed- in the music mainstream- plenty of terrific band-produced albums; some great solo works (mostly male)- I find myself yearning for something different. If you are unfamiliar with Indiana; if you have only heard one or two of her tracks, make sure you let (the full extent of her entrancing voice) allure and seduce. The gorgeous 27-year-old is not going to be a relative secret for too much longer...

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Track Review: The Verideals- Fleetwood (Live Acoustic Version)

TRACK REVIEW

The Verideals 

Fleetwood (Live Acoustic Version)

 9.4/10.0

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GENRES:

Alternative, Alternative-Rock, Acoustic

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The Verideals are the end result of a fusion of heavy rock guitars, powerful vocals and a collective exhaustion of Fashion-Folk Indie. Founding members Jade (vocals) and Mat (guitar) met when they studied music at university.

I was lucky enough to review one of last year’s biggest musical treats. Back in March (of 2013), I assessed the band’s tracks Roll Up Your Dreams and Slipstreams. Having been away from The Verideals for over a year- I could not wait to get down to listening of Fleetwood. Ahead of writing and recording new music, the band have recorded this fantastic 'Live Acoustic' track: surveying one of their biggest idols (Fleetwood Mac) it focuses on the song's heroine- someone who has had their heart broken before and is in need of redemption and reinvigorating. Perhaps based on a friend of the band's, there is a fascinating mix of support and judgement- it appears this person has caused her fair share of commotion and upheaval. The band may be grinning reading this as I might be wrong- I do not know the true meaning behind the lyrics; your mind is compelled to imagine and speculate,

The right amount of length and fascination is incorporated into the embryonic moments. When Barnett approaches the microphone, her voice seems calmed but urgent: she has a certain weariness. When she sings "Pull back the seats and face reality" her vocal remain dignified. As the chorus comes about she poses the questions: "Is it right or is it wrong?/Are you here or are you gone?" In addition to being splendidly mysterious- you wonder what the right and wrong refers to- the words are delivered with power and intent- the decibels increase and the song gets more intense. I get impressions of Tusk-cum-Mirage Fleetwood Mac- the former comes through particularly. With Barnett’s distinct pipes (employing Stevie Nicks’s passion and Christine McVie beauty), it transcends the song from possible fallacy to unimpeachable truth. Backed by a beautiful guitar performance from Jones- matching Latin-infused strings with strong mood-setting strikes- it is a track everyone must hear.

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Track Review: The Verideals- Fleetwood (Live Acoustic)

TRACK REVIEW:

The Verideals

Fleetwood (Live Acoustic)

9.4/10.0

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GENRES:

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For over a year, I have been a big fan of The Verideals. Having been busy writing and performing, the London band arrive with a song that tells a striking story: Fleetwood is a wonderful and assured return- providing a possible glimpse into their future releases.

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TODAY, I am returning to a band that provided me with one of...

last year's biggest musical treats. Back in March (of 2013), I assessed the band's tracks Roll Up Your Dreams and Slipstreams- they were called Shades of Jade back then. I opened that particular review with a topic I am going to re-introduce: the nature of critical acclaim and 'Ones to Watch'. Every year the likes of the BBC publish these lists: proclaiming their hotly-tipped acts, it is designed to point music-loving eyes to the very best on the current scene: the trouble is, these artists are far from the best out there. I guess there is a degree of subjectiveness- they have to be impartial but many would disagree with their conclusions- in addition to open-mindedness- so many worthy acts fall through the gaps. Over the years, the BBC have provided many recommendations- a lot of the aforementioned artists do not survive critically; they go out with a bit of a whimper. Of course, it is not just BBC that are 'culpable'- every music magazine runs some comparable piece. The issue I have is too many people ears are distracted (towards recommended acts): so many get passed over and ignored- causing great new musicians to struggle and wane. It is impossible and impractical to focus on every great artist out there; I just feel something needs to be done- to make sure the best and brightest this country offer are not being given short-shrift. I will go into more depth in a second; for now, I shall introduce my featured act:

Jade Barnett- Vocals

Mat Jones- Guitar

Joseph Buckler- Bass

ver•i•deal

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adjective

( pl. verideals )

1. a postponed noise of grungey soul due to lack of musicians

verb

1. make music not peace

"The Verideals are the end result of a fusion of heavy rock guitars, powerful vocals and a collective exhaustion of Fashion-Folk Indie bands consisting of mandolins and skinny jeans. Founding members Jade (vocals) and Mat (guitar) met when they studied music at university. After experimenting with different projects and career paths, it seemed inevitable that they would combine their innate musical tastes and influences rather than continue 'sessioning' a multitude of genres for other bands and artists. The synergy and uniqueness of the band's sound comes from attitudinal, distorted guitar riffs that resemble influences such as Jack White or even Nirvana. Combine this distorted underbelly with a finishing layer of emotion bleeding and stratospheric vocal melodies and you have the guts, balls, enzymes and serotonin of the band. Their influences however don't just consist of grunge and noise. Influences from Fleetwood Mac to The XX have found their way on The Verideal's palette of sound, nicely balancing their spectrum of songwriting. The band has gone through numerous lineup changes in order to find the right combination of sound, mind and prowess. Joseph (bass) also studied on the same course with Jade and Mat, however only joined the band in 2013 after pursuing different projects after their time at university. Harpal (drums) had played with Mat and Jade on various projects over the years and joined the band in 2014, maximising the strong, rock engine that drives the band's signature dynamic, syncopated and explosive outbursts. Together with pounding drums, driving bass, greasy guitar riffs and searing vocals, The Verideals are truly the antithesis to everything that sits on the fence of Rock music. Summer 2014 is looking to be busy and exciting for the band as they hit the studio and plan to make their sound waves travel beyond the M25... even beyond the Atlantic."

Last year I was fortunate enough to review Shades of Jade- The Verideals' previous incarnation- and was amazed by their music. In Jade Barnett, they have one incredible lead: captivating as a performer and extraordinarily beautiful; she is one of the most arresting talents in new music. Backed by an incredible band of musicians, Slipstreams and Roll Up Your Dreams were very different- but wonderfully assured- beasts that are made golden because of committed band performances and incredibly passionate vocals. Over the course of my (recent) reviews, I have- when assessing acts who play Rock/Alternative music- provided some trepidation: these genres are packed and well-represented at the moment- it is hard to distinguish yourself from the mass of fellow players. The Verideals are not content to just sit back and wait for people to find their music: they get out there and play as much as they can; the effort they put into their songs shines through- complete conviction is laced into every note. Having experienced transitions and changes since their inception- before they were renamed- the band are a tight and focused unit: their sound is fresh and alive; packed with punch and strength- there is beauty and tenderness to be found as well. Bands and acts that succeed (and obtain longevity) need range and diversity in their sounds.  The Verideals are capable of changing course and conjecture: one minute they can unleash a palpable sense of tension and explosion; the next a serene and composed quiet- that is something that will stand them in good stead. I am a huge fan of their work, and have been excited to hear the guys back- singing loud and proud; losing none of their momentum and step. Before I move on, I want to mention my favourite city: London. Having allayed my focus to other climbs, I find myself back in the fair city: it is fostering some fascinating and incredible musicians at the moment. The Verideals nicely alongside some of my other favourite London-based bands: Crystal Seagulls, Los and the Deadlines and The Bedroom Hour. Between this trio, you get plenty of Grunge and Rock grit; Indie anthems and catchy choruses- wrapped around incredibly electric compositions that are designed for the festival masses. Being all-male groups, The Verideals have an ace card up their sleeves: Barnett's tones- in addition to projecting strength and lust- have a beauty and quality that her male counterparts do not possess. The group have many other weapons stocked aside- I shall mention these when reviewing Fleetwood.

When considering the group's past work- and how it compares with their last track- I shall roll my thoughts back. Their debut E.P., Her Soul, mixed Jazz-tinged elements; aspects of early-career Erasure- gloriously covering a spectrum of sounds across the five tracks.  In addition to presenting plenty of Grunge and Rock spirit- that would enforce the sound of Roll Up Your Dreams- the E.P. was a brave and confident opening gambit: one that showed the band had plenty to say.  The entire group laced the quintet of songs with high energy and plenty of determination.  Since the band's inception- at university in 2012- to the release of their debut (2012), they managed to enforce and mould their sound- rotated around Barnett's voice, tracks such as Female Intuition and Her Soul (Why Do You?) show different sides to their make-up. Roll Up Your Dreams was the first Verideals track I heard- it took me back with its endless pace and conviction. This track is a hard-edged and full-bloodied mandate- one that has an incredible chorus and a terrific sense of atmosphere and emotion. Barnett speaks of trying to turn back to normal; what life is supposed to be (is assessed)- negative energies are surveyed and you get the feeling that people are taking too much from her. Angst and a sense of unease linger beneath the skin: our heroine- in the chorus- advises dreams are rolled up and smoked- you get a feeling of anger and dissatisfaction at the core. Her vocal performances mixes whispered and breathy refrains with what makes up the majority of the song: emphatic and overwhelming power and force. It is rare to find a female voice so potent- not a generalization, I just have not heard that many- putting her alongside the likes of Hannah Reid, Florence Welch (plus the best of the best). Strangely- or perhaps not- I caught whiffs of Skunk Anansie in the track: Barnett presented a Skin-esque delivery and sound throughout the song. Themes of disenfranchisement, disillusionment and dissatisfaction come screaming through. One of the band's most overtly angry tracks, it captures you with its rawness and vitality. Slipstreams differs slightly, and drew away from Roll Up Your Dream's venom and attack- something more relaxed was being presented. In its early stages, the track has a 'Britpop' edge: it has the haze and bagginess of the likes of Blur, Oasis and The Bluetones (between 1994-1997); a bit of Pulps magic is sprinkled in- the track is more leveled (in terms of pace and volume) as it looks at dreams slipping away. The band stick with the themes of dream realisation and fulfillment: offering a different take, they move into modern-day Pop and Indie. Hints of London Grammar are there- they predated London Grammar so are ahead of their time- that emotion and full sound is apparent. Staccato and catchy vocals has breezes of Annie Lennox and Alison Moyet- parts Florence Welch too- Barnett keeps her distinct and undeniable personality ruling the song. The Verideals scored something more redemptive and elliptical (than Roll;)- showcasing their range and diversity. Slipstreams draws in softer and more emotive touches; the band keeps everything energised and essential- the tight and memorable performances seem to get better from song-to-song. Stored Little Memories boasts an insatiable- and nonchalant- wordless vocal (in parts): Barnett seems relaxed and unconcerned as she lets her voice 'coo' and 'ooh'. Redemptive cores come to the fore here: directing her words, Barnett is glad the song's heroine is feeling better; her soul is restored and the tears are drying. The biggest shift- from earlier numbers- is the themes and sound. Whilst dreams and hopes are assessed before, here things are less personal: it is more positive and imbued with Alternative flavours. Sounds of Fleetwood Mac come to the surface: psychedelic, eerie and spectral touches come through in the compositions- it mingles Trip-Hop experimentation with modern-day Pop. Barnett's vocals have a dark undertone; passion and lightness too, putting me in mind of the best Pop females of today. The atmosphere and ambition of the song is impressive: it ranks alongside some of the most evocative material of today- The Verideals shifted forward and grew in confidence. Since then- last year's tracks- our group have gone a step further: Fleetwood ties in elements of Stored Little Memories and Slipstreams, but breaks away from them. Although the track is a 'Live Acoustic' performance, you can tell the quality- the song hits you upon the first listen and stays in your mind. Barnett sounds more confident and comfortable. She has always been an incredible vocalist: here she seems more comfortable in her skin; her vocal is even more mesmeric (than before)- the passion and beauty she instills into Fleetwood is infectious. In addition to the quality going up, The Verideals show what their future may hold: they are able to seemless transition from- and incorporate- Grunge/Hard-Rock with delicate and stunning Acoustic movements.

The band have a various range of influences and idols. Being a band that have an impressive palette, you won't be surprised to hear some very diverse heroes. When The Verideals provide heavier and more Blues-Rock inspired sounds, you can hear some of Jack White's authority and hallmarks. Jones has a similar sense of panache and electricity: when the music calls for it, he can whip up a cacophony of notes and emotions- squalling fire and bone-crunching riffs are not unheard of. The band have a love of U.S. music; Jack White is an important figure (for the group): tracks such as Roll Up Your Dreams are synonymous with foot-stomp and exhilaration. Underneath the lacerating Blues-Rock sound, The Verideals have Grunge-influenced undertones. Being familiar with their work, I just know the group have a love of the bygone genre (a few bands are reintroducing the form)- The Verideals employ touches and shades of Nirvana into some of their more urgent songs. Barnett's voice is a multifarious and wide-ranging weapon that is capable of equaling the same sort of power and vibrancy as Kurt Cobain and Jack White: a lot of female vocalists go soulful or Pop- Barnett is one of a comparatively small number that has the potential to reach dizzying heights. Buckler's bass- and Jones's axe- is also capable of whipping up frenzy and blood; as well as passion and restrain. Among The Verideals' influences lie Fleetwood Mac and The xx. Mixing U.S. and U.K. strands, the band are equally potent when offering something more haunting and introverted (similar to The xx). Their Dream-Pop brain is sharp and well-studied: it is something I would like to hear incorporated into future releases. Perhaps Fleetwood Mac come through stronger. The Verideals have a great love of Alternative and Acoustic sounds: like Fleetwood', our guys have an incredible ear for melody and sound- they can entrance and inspire with their soothing beauty and stirring stories. Roll Up Your Dream's woozy and urgent sounds put me in mind of Pixies: their Surfer Rosa/Come On Pilgrim era came to mind- when the guitar squealed and screeched, it definitely had a flavour of the U.S. giants. In this track- Roll'- the denizens of Grunge and Hard-Rock come through: the song has a white-hot festival sounds; if you enjoy rousing and to-your-feet music, then The Verideals provide just that- propelled by Barnett's entranced and impassioned voice. When considering Barnett, a couple of names come to mind: London Grammar and Florence and the Machine. Tones of Hannah Reid (of London Grammar) and Florence Welch linger in her voice: Barnett has that same sort of full-bellowed power and operatic potential; those dusky and low notes- in addition to beautiful highs. Reid and Welch are synonymous for their empowered and mesmerizing vocals: Barnett has a comparable fever and boldness- she couples it with grace and subtlety. The acts and names I have mentioned should form a starting-point: if you want a true testament of the band, you must investigate their music. When reviewing their past work, I was struck by how individual and original it was- it is hard to compare their sound with that of any other act around. There are similar-sounding acts; none have that same sense of personality and projection- marking The Verideals out potential festival darlings.

Having been away from The Verideals for over a year- I could not wait to get down to listening of Fleetwood. Here is a 'Live Acoustic' performance- if they do take it into the studio, it could well change and develop. The early notes suggest they really don't have anything to worry about: fusing upbeat and skipping acoustic with bubbling undercurrents, it perfectly opens the song. In the initial stages, your mind is transported to somewhere far-off and rural: a quiet haven, you are free to relax in the splendour of the countryside- sat beneath a shady tree, you want to do nothing but watch the river trickle by. Introductions are the hardest thing to get right- bands either back them too long or complicated; or overly-simplistic- The Verideals incorporate just the right amount of length and fascination into the embryonic moments. When our heroine approaches the microphone, her voice seems calmed but urgent: there is something on her mind; she has a certain weariness. When Barnett sings "Pull back the seats and face reality" she keeps her vocal smooth and dignified. As with tracks such as Stored Little Memories, the band project their sights outwards: directing their words to the song's central figure, there is a pleasing sense of serenity and redemptive spirit. Similar to the aforementioned song, beauty and evocativeness are ahead of vitriol and extroverted displeasure: the track's subject is starting the day a-new. Whilst the sun peaks through the early morning dawn, a new day of life has unfolded: our focal point seems revitalised and renewed; a state of mind that "has been so hard to find." Our heroine asks "how long did it take to happen?"- you sense there is a back-story here; perhaps the song's subject has seen their fair share of heartache and sadness recently. Every listener will project their own interpretation and imagery throughout: I got the sense a woman was being referred to; a young woman who has had her heart broken and soul scarred- finally she is starting to rebuild and return to her former self. Barnett's voice is impassioned and gorgeous: the equal of music's grand dames- it has embers of Adele, Hannah Reid and some of music's most startling voices. That unerring and defined maturity- that Barnett has developed- comes through: her voice has a smokiness and sensuality that makes her words not only more emotive, yet instilled with a graceful beauty. Before I pontificate and prophesize, you get caught up in the song: it seems that all is not as well as it could be. Whatever problems have caused spiritual dethronement, they still linger- our heroine asks her subject how long it will take before issues are resolved. Ensuring that her focus is anonymous and open for interpretation, it lends proceedings a more oblique and open edge: everybody is free to examine and imagine whatever way they see fit. Barnett's silky refrain soon mutates into a determined and hot-bloodied rally cry. As the chorus comes about- joined on vocals by Jones- she poses the questions: "Is it right or is it wrong?/Are you here or are you gone?" In addition to being splendidly mysterious- you wonder what the right and wrong refers to- the words are delivered with power and intent- the decibels increase and the overall mood starts to get firmer and more intense. Just as you imagine we are about to launch into an angered and recrimination-laden diatribe, your predictions are cut short: our heroine advises the best way to quell racing doubts is to "put Fleetwood Mac on." Those that know the band- and their influences- may have guessed what the song's title references (The Mac daddies), although nobody would have imagined what context it would be used in. Intertwining and upbeat vocals- wordless 'bup-bu-dup's are exchanged and chanted- re-inject breeze and relaxation: it also sends out a very relevant and true message. If you want to start the day right; if you need to cleanse your mind of negativity; whatever your burden may be- listening to some wonderful music can be a medicinal and restorative tonic: the song's heroine is perhaps over-thinking things and letting her mind get carried away somewhat. The composition impresses and adds a lot of weight: percussive notes are tender and light (maybe played on bongo/palms slapped on one drum); the guitar is sprite and light-giving- the song has a charm that puts my mind right back into arable climbs. Having a beating heart of Acoustic-Folk and Alternative, Fleetwood is a summer-ready sound- the sort of track that you would want to hear performed on a beach or down by a campfire. After a brief- but highly memorable- parable, Barnett returns to the forefront. Her voice returns to its entranced former self: this time the song's target is being told to cover up her love scars. Hiding pains behind "a veil", the heroine (or hero) is being advised to "Hide away your feelings"- it is apparent that "they are not for sale." In the initial verse, your mind puts together certain assumptions and conclusions- here they are doubted. The lonesome girl has been advised to spin Fleetwood Mac: having woken up slightly renewed, she is hiding what is inside- putting on a mask for the public; stoicism is the way to get through the day. Whether our subject has been suffering through- a break-up or struggling with anxieties- I am not sure; I get the sense a messy and undignified break-up has caused the woes: it has been a while, but she is still trying to get to grips with the reality of the situation. Shunning the outside world, love's war victim is closing up her door: hiding away from judgmental faces, Barnett once more wonders how long until a cure- will the problem ever be resolved? As our subject's morals "get thinner and thinner", her name has been expunged from the song- perhaps the girl is not quite as innocent in all of this as we thought. While the song progresses, it keeps shaping and changing your mind: by the 2:42 mark, I was thinking that maybe a man was being looked at- someone perhaps who has caused damage and seemed unapologetic and remorseless. Only the band know the full truth- it is similar to the mystery behind Carly Simon's You're So Vain- about the mysterious figure: the consideration Barnett gives in the vocal leads me to believe she is not their biggest fan. High-pitched and classical-sounding guitars lend a Latin edge to the song's final third: weaving beautiful arpeggio and mood-setting strings, your mind is tranquilized- after the scenes and sensations that preceded it. Fleetwood always keeps you surprised and smiling: you cannot predict where the song will go next, yet it never allows you to be in a bad mood- that sense of passion and tranquility is capable of seducing the stoniest of listeners. Adding adoration and colour, the guitars' burbling and river-flow luster augments the sense of beauty: you cannot help but elicit a sigh of admiration as it parabonds with the patter of percussion. By the time the track comes to land, Barnett- joined by her cohort- has a sense of directness and tempestuous direction: maybe we are hearing about a friend (of the band) that has given them more than their fair share of grief and unpredictability. Fleetwood Mac is the elixir and panacea for pain: spinning Rumours or Tusk for an hour or so is enough to revive the most dented of souls. As the song progresses, I get impressions of Tusk-cum-Mirage Fleetwood Mac- the former comes through particularly. That Fleetwood album mixed large stretches of contemplation; then bursts into life- some see it as a 'cocaine album'. Fleetwood's floating and ethereal cores- with bursts of life- put me in mind of Tusk: that album stepped away from Lindsey Buckingham's twisted Id that defined earlier cuts. Buckingham's distinct guitar work (and some of Peter Green's passion) makes some impressions on Jones. With Barnett's distinct pipes (employing some embers of Stevie Nicks's passion and Christine McVie beauty), it transcends the song from possible fallacy to unimpeachable truth. The final moments are dedicated to the repetition of the line "Switch off your mind and put Fleetwood on"- it acts more as a mantra and philosophy than a bromide. The vocals combine to ramify the point: passionate and austere, it is the final fling of the dice- Barnett goes solo on the last round; a fire-crackle and snap in voice at the very end. As the strings hang and die, we come to the end of an incredibly vivid and fascinating tale.

I shall get down to paying tribute to the band (in due course), yet am inspired to sum up the song. I am deeply impressed by how progressive The Verideals are. When I listened to gems such as Roll Up Your Dreams, I was sure I knew what direction the band would be headed: perhaps sticking in the Alternative/Indie milieu, they would certainly be a cut above their peers. Then they go and put out a song like Fleetwood. Whether the track- if it receives studio treatment- will see venomous guitars pair with punchy drums (topped with ecstatic vocals) is unclear- I think it sounds incredible the way it is. The song is certainly something people will want to hear: whether the band leave it as is- or build on it- it will form the basis of a future release for sure. Usually I can succinctly pick apart a song: get inside of it and figure exactly what is being sung about. Perhaps I have got close to summing up Fleetwood- perhaps the band will grin knowing it is a little off the mark- but one thing comes through: that vividty and colour compels your mind to aspire and dream. Sharing its name with the legendary band, you might think the song would be a Fleetwood Mac-esque number: whilst it does have touches of the legends, it is very much The Verideals at work. That inimitable and defined sound- they cemented last year- presents itself once more: they have moved away from older themes and avenues to explore something fresh and current. Clearly inspired by a particular person- Barnett keeps her cards close to chest- I think all us can relate to the kind of person/situation being assessed. The sound is clear and incredible throughout: it has the hallmarks of the best studio-produced work but keeps that live and unfettered core fully intact. Every note and word seems direct and urgent- nothing is buried under layers of sound and composition. For that reason, the song hits hard and connects fully upon the first listen- you will go back again to piece the song together. Possessing a catchy and sing-along chorus; incredible guitar (and percussion) in addition to potent vocals- what you have is a song that will be difficult to move on from. It sets the bar high for the band as they retire to pen new material- I do hope that Fleetwood features on a future release. I shall give my thoughts at the end, yet much congratulate the band. Even though the percussion is not rampant and pulverizing, it perfectly provides weight, emotion and drive. Jones's guitar is impressive and evocative from start to finish. Able to infuse Latin/Hispanic flair with riparian acoustics, the range of string sounds on offer gives beauty and power to the song. When the mood calls for it, the guitar push and rushes- darker and low notes provide shadows and punch. When the song calls for refrain; light-edged and gorgeous highs are summoned and perfected- it is an incredible performance. Jones's musicianship and confidence brilliant spars and combines with Buckler. Being a live track, it is hard to say what role the strings-men will play (if it is re-recorded): here they manage to incorporate the perfect amount of tones and sounds- you come away impressed by how much clarity and passion they imbue. Finally shout-out goes to Barnett: the voice behind Fleetwood. Knowing how incredible- and varied- her voice is, it is marvellous to hear it again: she brings smoky and soulful tones together with frantic and full-belted cries. I know I have compared her with the likes of Reid and Welch: the truth is, Barnett cannot be readily tied with anyone else. Her gorgeous voice is enough to seduce and overpower: it is rife with conviction and passion; she manages to say so much with so few notes- I kept playing the song just so that I can focus on her voice alone. Bringing the song's lyrics fully to life, you cannot help but to pay tribute to her performance. Before I move on, I will reflect on Fleetwood. Ambiguity, mystery; directness, emotion and weariness tangle within the lyrics: you sort of find yourself siding with the song's heroine (or hero)- that Fleetwood Mac chorus coda makes you smile every time it comes around. The language is simple but evocative- cleverly, there is room for interpretation so that everyone can draw their own opinions. It gets me back to the You're So Vain parable: Barnett has omitted the name of the song's accused- I would love to know just who is being focused on. It has been a while since I have heard new material from The Verideals: it seems that they have hit upon a rich vein of creative juice- they sound as impassioned and in love as they did on their first release. Fleetwood is a stunning building block that is sure to gain huge plaudits: hopefully the London group will keep penning more gems like this- it has made a potentially bog-standard afternoon very pleasant and memorable.

It seems like revisiting old friends: it has been a year-and-a-bit, yet the group are stronger and more confident than ever.  It's the closeness and tight friendships that make The Verideals such an exciting prospect: you know they are going to be together for many years; it is the natural bonds they share that make their music so memorable and fascinating. Fleetwood is a triumphant return for the group and a tantalising glimpse into their future sounds. I know the band is recording and writing at the moment: new music is being formulated; we could well see something released very soon. Not to get ahead of proceedings, it just seems life in The Verideals camp is buzzing right now: they are enjoying music more than ever and excited for what is to come. Having been hugely impressed by past offerings, I was relieved and delighted to see the group have lost none of their passion and drive- backed by the mesmerizing Barnett, Fleetwood is an incredible track. It would be great to see an album come from the guys very soon: I feel they have the ammunition and impetus; the talent and range is there- whether that is in their mind or not, I am not sure. The group is about to embark on some tour dates: taking in the likes of 93 Feet East and Southlands Festival (Thursday and Saturday respectively), it will be an opportunity for new fans to witness the band in the flesh- and perhaps a chance for new material to be premiered. London is seeing so many great acts come through and impress: The Verideals are among the finest that are currently on offer. In addition to their close relationships, it is the music itself that strikes hard: no other vocalist has the same sound as Barnett; Jones and Buckler have a natural understanding and authority that few of their peers possess- it will be great to see the guys rise through the ranks soon enough. Having watched their Facebook and Twitter feeds, I know just how much fun the band is having right now: they are indulging their passion and planning for a very exciting future. Between intriguing apercu and on-the-road travelogue, you know something special is on the horizon- keep your sights set and prepare yourselves. For now, I urge everyone to listen to Fleetwood- and catch the band live if you can. Every time a new Verideals song drops, I am instilled with the same feeling: the passion and sense of determination is like none I have ever heard. When I think of all the mainstream delights- that have been offered across 2014- there is division and compartmentalisation: a few Soul wonders are there; a couple of Rock gods- some terrific albums have been stamped out. While I have loved the likes of The Black Keys, Jack White, Sam Smith and Paolo Nutini, I have not heard a lot of consistency and overall quality: a majority of albums have been ho-hum and mediocre (when you properly digest them). My heart is always going to have one ventricle in harder and sweatier areas; the other in the laid back and hypnotic settings of softer sounds. The intelligent listener prefers economy and quality over aimless quantity: finding those acts that appeal to each side rather than buy multiple albums that do that. That is why I am so excited by the new acts coming through- especially in London. The Verideals unite all of my disparate and diverse tastes: there is the heaviness and primacy of Rock and Indie; the beauty and softness of Acoustic music- plenty of Alternative middle-ground neatly bonds the two camps together. With Barnett providing so much passion, sexuality, urgency and talent; her boys backing her up supremely- many more people should investigate The Verideals. Before I go- lest I ramble too much- I just want to raise one point: rationalising and ordering your favourite new music. Being in a position where I review so many new acts- up to six a week at the moment (I have ninja-like fingers!)- the wealth and range of sounds I come across is staggering. Coming away in love with so much of it, it is difficult to keep a track and organise them- I find myself discovering acts that I reviewed long ago; forgetting to remember to keep them in my thoughts. This will be a concern for many music fans: those that have an ardent passion for music will want to ensure all their favourite acts are kept in their brain- The Verideals are an act you certainly want to have spinning around your mind. Set Fleetwood aside- incorporate their previous tracks- and make sure you do not let them slip away! Their music is perfect for lifting the mood; instilling a sense of energy and redemptive positivity in the listener- providing insight into new worlds and ideas. For those reasons...

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E.P. Review: Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals- Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals

E.P. REVIEW:

Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals

 

Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals

9.5/10.0

 

Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals is available is available from:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/sophie-sweet-her-november/id882148255

TRACKLISTING:

Am I The Only One- 9.5/10.0

Brave- 9.4

Jezebel- 9.6

STAND OUT CUT:

Jezebel

RELEASED:

23rd June, 2014

LABEL:

The Animal Farm

GENRES:

Rockabilly, Rock, Blues-Rock, Country

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The Yorkshire quintet impressed many with their Vices and Virtues E.P. Since 2012 they have grown in confidence and ambition: their self-titled E.P. sees Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals unleash a hell of a collection- Rockabilly/Blues-Rock rush, Country-tinged ache and emphatic energy compel your body to move; you are powerless to resist

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IT is always nice to come across music that puts you in...

a better mood. It is a rarity as far as I can see: a great deal of sounds are so personal that it is hard to draw in all listeners- difficult to connect truly with what is being sung. So many musicians have overlooked the importance of infusing a sense of joy and upbeat into their music, that- when an act that does do this comes along- it is quite an unusual surprise. It speaks of a larger quagmire on the music scene: the lack of exploration and adventurousness. By this, I mean when relating to genres: plundering and revitalising overlooked forms of music; mixing together various strands of sounds to uplift the listener- not just present something meaningful to the author. Recent subjects like The Updraft Imperative have struck upon this necessity: their songs have deep relevance (to them), yet go further- ensuring the overall projection is possessed of fun and a sense of energetic abandon. This review may mark a bit of an anniversary- and brief farewell- for me: it has been (practically) two years since I started doing this- publishing to my blog- and have assessed a great deal of different acts- none that are like Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals. It may be a while before I review another Yorkshire-based act- they make up a great percentage of my overall work- so it is good to feature the group (before leaving the county behind for a while). Before I mention- and go into more depth- the band, they have drawn me to a particularly interesting subject: Rockabilly music. This particular genre was popularised back in the '50s: formed in the U.S., it was the front-runner (and father) of Rock and Roll- mixing together American Folk, Country and Bluegrass together. Defined by strong vocals, incredible rhythms and tape echo, it was hugely popular: acts like Elvis Presley, Bill Haley and Jerry Lee Lewis were among some of the most notable and legendary examples of the breed. Having suffered a decline during the 1960s- many thought the overuse of vocal harmonies had diluted the form- it did encounter a revival during the '70s and '80s- acts like the Stray Cats put it right back at the forefront. Sophie Sweet' are this decade's proponents of the genre- few other acts work in this arena, so it is high-time people started to embrace it once more. Living in a time where bygone forms of music are being re-appropriated, it is great to see an act come along that genuinely want to see the genre revived- and are not just a tribute act or cover band. I need to raise another point, but before I do, let me introduce the band to you:

Sophie Lea- Vocals

Daniel AytonLead Guitar

Robert HamariRhythm Guitar

Ste HamariBass

Jake ParsonsDrums

"Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals fuse country, blues and rockabilly to reach parts of your body that you can't reach just by pushing a button on a computer. Their heart beatin', foot stompin' music lifts the spirit and stirs the soul. Rob, Ste and Dan grew up together in Middlesbrough. Moving to Leeds to study they started hanging out on the local rock'n'roll scene of musicians exploring traditional American music styles. Passionate about Johnny Burnette, Johnny Cash and Muddy Waters and finding inspiration in modern artists like The Black keys and White Stripes, the boys met a soul mate in drummer Jake. They named their fledgling outfit The November Criminals when they realised they all share birthdays in November and focused on writing songs about the devil and life’s temptations. The slender frame of a girl singing in a pub lock out was at odds with her huge, passionate, old school vocal delivery. That Sophie Sweet shares her name with a Hungarian porn star was a gift from heaven.... Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals were born. Within 6 months the band hit the local gigging circuit with their first show playing to a packed out crowd at the Cockpit supporting the Fossil Collective. Their first EP ‘Vices & Virtues’ was released in late 2012 and from there the band has gone on to entertain crowds in Manchester, Sheffield, Harrogate and London including Ardbog day in the shadow of London’s iconic Tower Bridge, Airedo Festival and the multi venue festival Live at Leeds. Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals are set to release their self-titled second EP titled on The Animal Farm on 23rd of June 2014. It's a foot stompin', heart beatin' ho-down that's got enough twang and spring reverb to make you dance and shout."

There is a great back story to the band: their formation and similarities have enforced their incredible live performances and the kinship the five share. Yorkshire is producing some of the most diverse musicians in all of the world right now. When reviewing Electro.-Swing acts like Little Violet and Cissie Redgwick, I was surprised at how few fellow artists there were: their incredible and effusive gems were phenomenal and packed with life and historic Swing elements- I wondered why few others were recording this type of music. The arrival of Shiftin' Shade (another Yorkshire Electro.-Swing act) has provided another take on the genre, but it is shocking how niche and miniscule the market is. When listening to Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals, I came to the same conclusion: we should be hearing a lot more artists making this kind of music. Perhaps they (and the Electro.-Swing acts) are ahead of their time- in an ironic way- and a lot bolder than their contemporaries- this is true, but you would think that acts elsewhere would make an attempt to join them in their quest. It is vital that acts such as S.S.A.H.N.C. are not only studied and embraced: fellow artists and newcomers should take inspiration from them and make sure the flame does not die. The quintet are impressive revivalists of a wonderful- and sadly lost- genre of music that has been gone for too long- if they can make their name big (in future years) it will lead to a much-needed shake-up of the music scene. I feel a lot of modern acts are scared of treading uncharted (and unsure) waters: playing it 'safe' is the best way to ensure critical eyes- and public money- goes their way.

The band is a relatively new force- making it difficult to compare their new work (with older). Having established their reputation through original material- as well as cover versions- I will look at the latter: their interpretations of other musicians' work. If you listen to Down in Mexico (originally recorded by the Coasters- from the soundtrack to Deathproof), you can hear some individual and original intent from the off- the band manage to transform the track and do wonders with it. The performance is confident and consistent; the vocal is strong and impassioned throughout- it updates the song and gives it a charming and unexpected take. When covering songs, Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals always provide brilliant interpretation- they keep the original spirit intact but inject plenty of new wonder. Go Billy Go was a track that saw them increase their confidence and provide something genuinely unexpected: when listening to it, I was loathed to compare it with any other song. Forming part of their Vices and Virtues E.P. (their debut), it marked a leap forward for them. Released in 2012, it saw the five-piece offer new material and original cuts: tracks like Debts to Pay and Dirty Bastards have plenty of grit and rawness within them; the scenes and sights are vivid and alive- the songwriting brings in unexpected subjects and vibrancy. Having been playing a while before the E.P.'s release, you can see a definite progression and increase in confidence: their studio work displays bigger and more assured performances; their sense of passion and intent is augmented and cemented- it is uncommon to hear such authority and directness on a debut E.P. The band performances and sense of unity is evident from the opening notes: a lot of acts begin life nervously and unassured- Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals have an air of professionalism that is great to witness. Their self-titled E.P. sees that confidence and sense of diversity expand and mutate. The performances- to my ear at least- sound even more invigorated and assured: the interim period has seen transition and growth for the group; this is presented clearly in the new trio of tracks. Subjects look at the same sort of issues: disingenuous and disreputable sorts; bargains with darker spirits; personal insight with introspection; scenes of the U.S. of old- Country-tinged codas and classic Blues sounds run through the E.P. The overall sound is fuller and more impassioned: the band are tighter and more instep and the compositions are richer and possessed of even more nuance, inspiration and emotion. Whether the last couple of years has seen the quintet investigate new genres I am not sure- it appears modern acts such as The Black Keys have become more relevant and important. Their debut had plenty of hardness and potency: here they notch up the offensive and wrap their songs with even more electricity and urgent rush. It is only natural a band should get better from release to release: not only have Sophie Sweet' achieved this, but they have kept their unique identity true and succinct- expanded their palette and made (their previous brilliance) that much more emphatic. It will be great to see what the future holds- whether a single, E.P. or album will follow- whatever it is, it is likely to see the five-piece step up their game and burgeon even more.

Not too many familiar acts come to mind (when considering Sophie Sweet and her November Criminals). I guess one could reference the great pioneers and kings of Rockabilly: Elvis, Carl Perkins, Bill Haley, Jerry Lee Lewis etc. The band have essences and layers of the classic '50s sound: the same rousing energy and fun-time majesty (these artists summoned up) can be found in the quintet's music. What the band do is to use this- genuine Rockabilly flair- and build upon it: their sound is updated and has plenty of modern edge and urgency. The band themselves claim Jack White and The Black Keys as idols- some of these U.S. giants can be detected in the music of Sophie Sweet'. Electrifying Blues guitars and current Blues-Rock shouts its name in the E.P.'s trio of tracks: anyone that loves U.S. Blues-Rock will find much to enjoy. The band's early work has seen them mix cool-edge Country and Rockabilly together with classic Blues- a potent blend that you do not hear a lot of at the moment. In addition to some modern influence, the band look back at the past: in their cannon of inspiration names such as Johnny Cash and Muddy Walters are included. You can embers of this duo come through: that same twang and constant energy; the legendary spirit of foot-stomping Country and Blues works marvellously together. The common denominator- when looking at Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals' music- is fun and dance: artists renowned for their energy and sense of invigoration will come to mind. The band to me stand alone- from those I have already referenced- you can hear some touches of other musicians, yet the five-piece are no second-fiddle: vibrant originality and unique intent mandates their music. It is not other musicians- you should think of- but genres themselves. Most bands stick to one particular style of music: Sophie Sweet' have a keen ears for multiple styles and sounds- that comes through in all of their songs. Early numbers have incorporated Country and classic Blues: Go Billy Go was a symphony of good-time Country- instilled with a clear passion and knowledge of the genre. The E.P. draws in current U.S. Blues-Rock elements- The Black Keys etc.- and melts it together with classic Rockabilly and '30s and '40s Blues. If you have one eye on the past; one on the future, this is the band for you: they keep everything fresh and urgent but have a fond affection for older sounds. Sophie's voice is a unique instrument that has few comparisons: I guess you could look at modern icons such as Florence Welch and Hannah Reid (of London Grammar). That same power and force can be extrapolated; an innate beauty and sense of passion comes through- to my mind, it is more adaptable and mobile than the aforementioned.

For all of the band's reputation for foot-tapping force, it is soft and gentle guitar that opens up Am I The Only One. With a passionate and tender deployment, a beautiful and reflective introduction is unveiled- plaintive yet strong, it has embers of Country and modern Pop; the wistfulness and seductiveness prime your sense. When our heroine approaches the microphone, her voice is emotive and gorgeous: "I hear whispers floating on a breeze" are the first words- setting the mood and tempting the listener in. The whispers are bringing bad tidings; caused Sweet to drop to her knees- whether a relationship is reaching its end or the future is being forecast, you can sense the caution and nerves in her voice. It seems that faithfulness and infidelity are being examined and turned over, alas: her man is causing her to second-guess and question- with anxiety and doubts in her mind, our heroine asks whether "I'm the only one you love"- a growl is elicited in the vocal that emphasises the urgency and necessity of her outpouring. After the calmed and restrained opening moments, the composition and vocal burst: Sweet's voice expands and powers; the percussion slams and smashes with violent punctuation. Our heroine needs to know that she is the only woman (in her boy's life): backed by some primal and frantic drumming (mixing Lazaretto-era Jack White and early day Led Zeppelin, it has a definite kick to it) the emphasis is on atmosphere and conviction- Sweet ensures that the listener is stood to attention; listen to what is being sung. When the line "Am I the only one you love?" is repeated- between a powerful concoction of heavy drums and wailing guitar- our heroine's voice has a rich and deep soulfulness. Embers of the Soul greats come to mind: modern-day singers such as Paloma Faith, Gabriella Cilmi and Alison Mosshart alternative sneak through- Sweet's tones are rife with passion and empowerment. The song keeps you fascinated- not only by the vocal- because of the evolving composition: from the initial build-up; through to the explosion point, we now arrive at more serene waters: compassionate strings (either electric or classic) add some light and beauty back into the mix- following the breathless coda that has proceeded it, the break offers a chance for reflection and consideration. Sweet has probably seen her man tip-toe down the path of unfaithfulness before: when she comes back into the spotlight; she categorically states she is not the kind of girl that puts up with cheating- her vocal is reticence but possessed of plenty of bite and determined implication. Our heroine has been around before; knowing what the realities of love hold it seems- there are wars to be witnessed; battles to fight. In spite of the potential fall-out, Sweet does not "feel like retreating"- she is a strong woman who fights and stands for what she believes in. Perhaps a game of chess is being played; something more psychological: unless her man gives her a reason to walk she is not going to- you feel as though secrets are being kept inside. Before you get caught up in Sweet's rich tones, the rampant vocal line returns: begging the same question; it now carries more weight and relevance- you get captured by the song's force and passion. Backed by squalling and animalistic guitars; that scattershot percussion- bass that adds plenty of vibrancy and emphasis- a real sense of do-or-die is presented: the relationship will only survive if cards are laid on the table; the full truth is revealed and deceit is uncovered and punished. Preparing your mind for another Soul-infused whisper, your expectations are subverted: Sweet unleashes a- semi-sarcastic and caustic- "ha!": a sense of I-couldn't-trust-him-as-far-as-I-could-throw-him realisation is apparent- the band unleashes an electrified Blues stomp; it punches and kicks; swaggers and bays for blood. Sweet is in no mood to be messed around and taken for a fool: proclaiming that she is "going to ask you once again", she needs to know if his heart is true- her voice becomes more intensified and strengthened- when backed by the scintillating sonics. The question keeps coming back around; the final moments are dedicated to our heroine posing that all-important subject: "Who do you love?" By the time the song comes to an end, you wonder whether she found the answer she was looking for. Clearly her man is being evasive and deflecting; in spite of the fact that she will not give up easily, it may be the case she already knows the answer- one that will lead to the cessation of their relationship. With the previous number containing aspects of modern-day Blues-Rock- the guitars riff and line reminded me of In Time from The Black Keys' Turn Blue- the following song turns my mind elsewhere. Brave starts life with a spirited and rousing intro.- if you imagine Smells Like Teen Spirit slowed down and elongated- that grabs you instantly: you sense that the band have another thrill-ride ahead. Mixing Rockabilly undertones with a flavour of modern-day Country and U.S. Pop, the track's first striking point concerns the composition: the guitar work is muscular and taut; spoiling for a fight, it is on-the-move- the percussion backs it up with an alpha male walk that ensures the sound is tuneful yet pugnacious. Sweet arrives to fill in some blanks: immersed in the cold weather, she is walking from a love that she could not save- telling herself that "I must be brave." You can sense some underlying emotions in the vocal performance; the projection is filled with confidence and stoicism: she has suffered a loss but is not going to let it get her down too much. Our heroine does not need any sympathy: tomorrow is a new day and there will be other men around. After the accusations and tensions of the opening number, we find Sweet in more philosophical and go-with-the-flow mood: that unending sense of defiance- she showed previously- makes you believe every word- people call her brave, but she is just making the best of a bad situation. Again, that smooth and seductive Soul styling comes through in her voice: Sweet has powerful Rock and Blues majors; those smoky and enfevered undertones give her voice that additional beauty and sense of authority. Whilst others call our heroine insane, she does not feel like that: maybe friends feel she has given up a relationship too readily; not allowed enough grace or contemplation. In spite of their reluctance and doubts, she seems convinced and assured: here is a resilient soul that would not let love needlessly extinguish. Propelled by a kick-ass and fist-pumping (in a slightly muted sense), that Rock/Country spice rings through: the riffs that back Sweet could easily fit within a Grunge/Indie-Rock band's album- such is the catchiness and memorable nature of it. Sweet has pain at heart- everyone would- yet tomorrow brings renewed possibilities: she has gone through her share of pain and knows how to handle it. The song raises interesting points: the heroine will travel the oceans for new love, yet has matured from her early days; heartbreak is taken in her stride and her mind is strangely at ease with everything. Most songs- that deal with failed love- tend to crumble under the weight of their own sorrow and tears: our heroine is buoyant and upbeat throughout; not only providing a track to inspire heartbroken listeners, but offer insight into her personality and heart- it can be broken but will never die. Following Am I The Only One's incredible mixture of sounds, Brave again experiments with tremendous results: touches of '50s Rockabilly are evident in the guitar lines; the vocal has a Jazz-cum-Soul power; lyrics have a contemporary edge- melted together and you get a track that is filled with fascinating details and sounds. It is during the chorus where Sweet displays her full power: the prowess and passion that radiates from her voice is amazing; every word drips with conviction and emotion- the mark of every great singer. As with the album's opening track, Brave is built around few lines- not literally but there are not a huge amount- instead repeating couplets and thoughts: this not only makes it simple and effective but you find yourself singing along (by the middle stage). Many acts cram as many words into a song as possible (making it cluttered and hard to remember): our quintet manage to summon up myriads of emotions with fewer words than most. Backed by a fiery and frantic guitar arpeggio, Sweet is inspired in the final moments: making one last motion, she admits that she could not save her relationship- you feel as though it was for the best and not something that can be recovered. Completing the enlivening trio on Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals is Jezebel. Perhaps sporting the most immediate introduction, the band rustle up infernos, hell-fire intent and plenty of hailstorm- you could almost see the likes of AC/DC coming up with something similar. Invigorated by its energy- and surprised the band have yet again circumvented expectations- your hairs go on end: the sharp and feline guitar notes that intertwine (with the main riff) is an incredible touch- not only does it ramp up the tension, but it contains a slinky sexiness. When our heroine does come into the fold, she begins by offering warning: imploring Johnny- the song's hero- to not go outside; the Devil hides- "she's in disguise." Early impressions create colourful scenes: the hapless focal point is unwittingly walking into the clutches of a demonic temptress: someone whom can chew up- and spit out- men with the faintest of come-hither looks. Wanting to turn away and relinquish her grip, Johnny is possessed by "those devil eyes": he holds feelings he hates and is struggling to fight logic and rationale. It is said that our anti-heroine is an "angel": it would appear that way because of her twisting tongue- she lies alas and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. The band's stuttering and staggered composition gives the song a sense of fear and build-up: the mood is tense yet contains a raw and sexual blood- perfectly befitting of such a colourful tale. Sweet acts as an arbiter and voice of reason: looking from above, she sees the she-devil "pout them lips" and "crack that whip"- entrancing men into her Labyrinth of false promise; bodies and souls are being claimed night after night. The song presents scenes of classic movie femme fatales: a smoky and mood-lit bar holds a red-dressed, ruby-lipped goddess at the bar; drink in hand (a vodka perhaps?) she scans the room for her next 'victim': teasing her tongue and playing with her hair, the drooling unsuspecting have no chance of survival. Johnny is walking into the web: beckoned ever closer to her unholy lips, our hero needs to stay righteous- renounce temptation and walk away (how many men ever do that without learning a hard lesson!?). Johnny comes across as a dapper and well-dressed gent.: a man of few words, he is handsome enough to charm the likes of our Jezebel. "Temptation is easy"- let it be known- but "so is your death": if you give into primal urges, you eventually succumb to them. The composition drives and enforces the messages: with a sound of late-'60s Blues-Rock, it is the sort of inspiring paen that the likes of Jimmy Page and Robert Plant could have had a ball with (back in their early days). Our heroine's voice is alive with meaning and urgency: she knows that our hero will not get out unscathed- her warning signs become more impassioned and hard the more the song progresses. Mixing coos and growls with potent belts, Sweet laces the song with electricity, ferocity and seductiveness- quite a teasing temptress herself. Whilst not referencing herself (as the song's vixen), you know our heroine has seen her share of dishonest and dangerous women: the kind that employ sexuality as weapon; toy with men and discard them aside- it makes the song relevent and universal; adding a new spin to a familiar scenario. The final words leave the cliffhanger: Johnny will get ever closer until he loses his grip; perhaps he will not escape or maybe Sweet's song has steered him to safety. It is a fittingly evocative song to end a compelling and fantastic E.P.

Before I look at the songs and pass around my adulation, I want to mention one thing: the incredible production values. Too many times this year I have witnessed poor production: vocals get muffled and lose their intelligibility; things are either under-cooked and too raw or over-cooked and too crisp- here the balance is spot-on. You sense you are listening to the band in the live arena: in some charming and character-filled bar, it is as though they are singing straight from the stage. If it were a live album; words, elements and notes would get lost in the recording process- here there is immense clarity and precision. I did not have to turn the volume way up or strain my ears (playing music off an iPad means I often have to stick my head right to it- in order to hear some songs). Thankfully, I was afforded a pleasant and concise listening experience: it is not too polished or gleaming; all the emotions and raw vocals are allowed to strike and overwhelm; the band are not pushed to the back- the compositions sit equal in the mix and perfectly support our heroine. As impressive as that is, the songs themselves hit even harder. Right from the first notes, you are sucked in and seduced: the songwriting is consistently impressive and thought-provoking. Three different sides of love are looked at: fidelity and monogamy; dealing with the eminence of a failed love; the gorgeous harlots that use and toss men aside- such diversity and range across a trio of numbers. The lyrics never lose quality of edge: they are effective and stirring when talking of passion as they are surveying libidinous women of the night- few acts cram so much in to so few numbers. The decision to include three songs- and no more- works really well: a fourth number may have overcrowded the E.P.- that said, by the end of Jezebel I certainly wanted a lot more. That is the best thing the band has done: they ensure that your thirsts are not entirely quenched by the end of the final track- it means their next release will be snapped up and devoured. Personal pains are mixed with seedy characters; bravery and defiance rub shoulders with the realities of love: the songs not only give an insight into the band but are songs that everyone can relate to. There is no selfishness of subjectiveness: the five-piece have penned three tracks that will resonate with most of us. The compositions are layered and strong throughout: tying together Blues-Rock of 2014 with Rockabilly of the 1950s, they manage to seamlessly master each (disparate) genre. Soul, Blues, Country, Pop and Rock blend into the E.P.- there is so much going on that you need several listens to take it all in. The tracks not only hit and impress early, but compel repeated investigations: cuts such as Jezebel become more vivid the more you play them- quite a feat indeed. Before I wrap this section up, I must mention the band themselves. Ayton and Hamari take lead and rhythm guitar duties on (respectively): they not only carry their own weight and strengths- they combine marvellously and intuitively. Able to go from a sedate and measured calm to a rapturous and blood-curdling scream, the two instill a bucket-load of vibrancy and passion. Not only is it the range of notes that impress, but the range of genres: both play classic Blues as convincingly as modern-day Country- it gives the E.P. that extra professionalism and quality. Ste Hamari matches (his fellow Hamari's) grandeur with his emphatic bass: it is an instrument not often highlighted (in reviews); here is adds stunning drive and emotion to each track. Joining all the different threads together- and keeping it level- Hamari manages to punch as hard as his guitar-wielding cohorts- he is especially impressive during the intros. With Parsons playing his drums with as much passion as I have ever seen, the entire band are tight and assured. Parsons has the task of adding heartbeat and primal rush to proceedings: he does this wonderfully on the final number; in the first two tracks his percussion offers a supporting shoulder, inquisitorial punch and firm resolution- so much texture and energy comes from his sticks; without them the songs would certainly be weaker. My final gold star goes to the band's leader, Sophie Sweet. Her November Criminals are phenomenal: she steals your heart and thoughts. Her performances bring such life and emotion to the three songs: I have heard some fantastic singers this year; few have such a convincing and urgent voice- one that demands your attention and is capable of intoxicating completely. Each song is packed with so much to contemplate: emotion and heartache; determination and patience; foreboding and passion- her alluring and empowered pipes makes everything she sings sound effortless and essential. It was difficult picking a standout cut (from the E.P.): with each number, Sweet steps up her game and grows in stature: it will be fascinating to see how she develops as a singer (and what she comes up with next). I do hope we hear more releases from the Leeds quintet: their self-titled E.P. is a fascinating and exciting collection that demonstrates just how strong a unit they are- let us hope that a lot more music comes from them.

This week saw my first exposure to Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals: I have not heard a genuinely great Rockabilly act play for some while- none this century at least. I am sure there are a lot out there- there has to be- so I do hope that we see more come through the ranks: the Leeds quintet are sure to inspire a wave of local and national Rockabilly acts in next to no time. Their self-titled E.P. is crammed with life and fascinating insight. Their lyrics and topics explore tantalising avenues and adventures; the vocal delivery is traditional and authoritative- the music they provide implores you to dance, shout and sing. Many reading this- and looking at the word 'Rockabilly'- may think the band are the same as the front-runners of the genre (of the 1950s): our quintet fuse modern-day acts like Jack White and The Black Keys- together with the likes of Bill Haley and Muddy Waters- to offer something genuinely new and fresh. They have taken the essence of the music- they are a departure from the likes of Bill Haley and Elvis Presley and updated it: modernised the flair and flavour of Rockabilly, but kept its heart and soul fully in tact. You can tell just how much fun they are having with the source material: each of the trio of songs (on their E.P.) shines with energy and passion- it is impossible not to get caught up in it all. The legacy musicians leave is an important one: it is vital to inspire the next generation and propel future creativity. The way this is done is by two methods: originality and quality. A lot of musicians get the whole 'quality' thing cemented- the issue of originality is the sticking point. In future years, music-lovers will be looking back at what 2014 produced: the sounds and best music that was on offer. If you are left with a wash of bands that all sound the same; indeterminate of distinction and quality, what do you do? The artists that stick out from the crowd- whatever genre they perform in- is the most essential thing: Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals have a fresh and invigorating sound that is imbued with quality and universality. Themes of lust, devil's temptation and life's proclivities are wrapped up in layers of glorious sound: Blues and Rockabilly elements are fused together; stirred in a modern-day pot of bubbling flavours- the resultant cocktail is flavoursome and intoxicating enough to knock you off your feet. I know the band have performed down in London- in addition to cities such as Manchester- so their talent is being recognised (at this early stage): it is likely that demands will be flowing in. Having such a particular and rare sound, it may take a little longer- than other acts- to get the recognition they duly deserve- it will come in time. If the likes of Little Violet have proven anything, it is that mining a rich vein of gold can lead to prosperity- she is an artist that will be a big name in years to come. It is a tough old task- cracking through the ice to reach the mainstream- so support and assistance needs offering to those that are truly deserving: Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals provide something different and exciting; vintage yet cutting-edge; familiar but truly unexpected- not many other artists offer this same unique blend. As I step aside from Yorkshire- for a few weeks at least- I find myself pondering and speculating: how will music look in the year 2015? Of course there will be some familiar acts pervading and campaigning; exciting new music will be coming through and looking for support- how much radical and distinct music will be coming forth? I still think that the best shots of glory lie within the new music scene: commercial music at the moment is not as stellar and distinguished as what is being created by the army of fresh musicians. The natural order will see them- the newbies- transcend to the mainstream; I feel it needs to happen sooner rather than later: so many people are missing out on some great acts- they get buried in the impersonal realms of the Internet. Sophie Sweet and Her November Criminals have made some great strides (so early on): they have a clear and marked ambition that will work in their favour; their music has very few comparables- keep and eye on them in the coming years. They will eventually get some big-name recognition, but for now, they are playing to as many people as possible. Investigate their stunning E.P. and allow yourself to become immersed in something a little bit special. With the sun blaring- and the summer starting to finally arrive- it is the perfect time of year to get outside; turn your stereo up full- with a drink in tow- and let the music do its work. The next few weeks will see me take in everything from London Rock to U.S. Indie- with a mass of other treats in-between- so it is great to (once more) dip my toes into the U.K.'s most promising musical county. I perhaps (should not be surprised) that Yorkshire is such a thriving hotbed for stunning sounds: if you are not familiar with the music here- rectify that immediately! I'll bid Yorkshire adieu; with one promise...

I'LL be back very soon.

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E.P. Review: Crooked Daniel- The King

E.P. REVIEW:

 

Crooked Daniel

  

The King

9.4/10.0

 

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TRACKLISTING:

The King- 9.3/10.0

Dirty Games- 9.6

Two Sides- 9.4

Banging On The Bone- 9.3

Old Town- 9.4

Timbuktu- 9.3

STAND OUT CUT:

Dirty Games

DOWNLOAD:

Dirty Games, Two Sides, Old Town

RELEASED:

10 March 2014

PRODUCED BY:

Rich Robinson at Big Red Studios.

ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY:

Crooked Daniel

GENRES:

Indie-Rock/Rock

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The exhilarating Devon three-piece have airs and sensations of The Libertines; but don't let that enforce your conclusions: The King is a six-track collection that has ample unique force, passion and intelligence- setting Crooked Daniel aside from masses of similar bands. Indie-Rock is a hard genre to dominate and tantalize: the boys certainly mean serious business.

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I am taking a bit of a geography trip today...

to the south coast. Over the last few months I have had the chance to witness acts from all around the globe- most U.K.-based acts emanate from cities such as Leeds and London. It is always nice when something new comes along- not just in terms of their location; the music on offer as well. Devon is an area of the country that has produced a fair few impressive artists (over the years). In addition to the likes of Muse, the southern county is seeing a lot of eager young acts come through the ranks. I am not sure whether there is a correlation between location and the type of music that is on offer. Perhaps so, but one thing I do know is that if you master your sound and identity you can put your hometown on the map. In the mainstream, you never really get to see an act start from the very beginning: make their initial moves and plan the rest of their career. New music provides the opportunity to encounter an act at the exciting fledgling stages: witness the excitement and fresh sense of ambition. My featured act has a composition and biography that may sound familiar to many: the trio play their songs with the volume played high. As much as I love deeper and more seductive sounds, you cannot deny the appeal and transcendent quality genres such as Rock, Indie-Rock and Metal throw up: that sense of recklessness and raw passion is something that speaks to a lot of listeners. As such, the market is seeing waves of eager new bands provide the same sort of promise: mix noise and energy rush with incredible sounds and sensations. Before I delve deeper into my point, let me introduce the band to you:

Mike Squires- Vocals & Guitar

Lewis Harvey- Bass

Sam Hall- Drums & Vocals

"Mike and Lewis used to play together many years ago.... then Mike started another band with Sam and another bassist. They took a break. Then they stopped taking a break - Crooked Daniel was born. Other bassist left - Lewis joined. All is right with the world now."

The boys are certainly ambitious and forward-thing. Their cider-infused crunching guitars, aggressive bass and pounding drums have seen many local fans flock to see them (in the flesh): the classic combination is something that is very popular at the moment. It is probably not surprising that Crooked Daniel are starting to get people excited. Playing in the Indie/Indie-Rock genres can be a double-edged sword: it is a sound the public desperately want to hear and embrace, yet so many like-minded acts are doing the same thing. A lot of artists I have surveyed have true potential and a chance for a great future- there are many more that seem likely to have a very short-lived career. It is not merely enough to combine vague threads of instruments together; kick the pace and energy level up and hope for the best. If the modern-day masters have proved anything, it is that original intent and personality needs to mandate your music. Crooked Daniel have plenty in their arsenal that means they stick in your mind: you can hear some influential shades but their presentation and songs have a unique and individualised heartbeat. The new music scene is going to keep growing as the months tick away; as we speak, Indie-Rock bands will be forming and doing their best to make sure they have enough ammunition to make a go of things- and establish some sort of longevity and potential.

Being a newborn act- by comparison to many other acts- the boys have put their first strokes onto canvas: The King is their first outing and foray into music. In that respect, the most prudent thing I could do is to assess it on its own terms- I will touch more on this in the review. The King is a startling debut in a lot of respects: not since I reviewed the likes of Los and the Deadlines have I been so impressed by the confidence on board. Most sapling groups- when it comes to their debut- tend to present something rather unambitious and half-baked- as a generalisation, but my point does have a point. The Devon trio have clearly been inspired by their heroes- and their debut efforts- and marshaled their talents: if you look at The Libertines, few would have expected such an in-depth and compelling first album. Although the lads have a few years to go until they climb those dizzy heights (equaling The Libs.); they have made sure The King possess no loose edges or slight songs- they have ensured that quality outweighs quantity. The final thing I will raise is this: the overall band performance. When I have reviewed other acts- whom have a similar projection and style- there is often a weak link: some of the performances are not as high as they should be; a few of the players aren't as striking as they perhaps could be. Crooked Daniel infuse each of their songs with tight and layered performances: each member is up to the task and shows a clear passion for the source material. It is not just the nuance of each song that impresses, but the sheer amount of energy and emotion instilled into every song: that is a hallmark which will see them grow in confidence- and make their next release much-anticipated.

Those that are looking for like-minded acts will be disappointed and pleased (all at once). The boys have a list of influences- each of whom incorporate their essence in Crooked Daniel- yet the band have a unique feel and flair that I cannot tie to anyone directly. Muse's epic solos and electrifying epics come to mind: our guys have little of their county-mates' pomp and ridiculousness- instead they match Muse's blazing anthems- embers of Hysteria and Plug In Baby come to mind. Like Muse, Crooked Daniel have a way of burrowing an intro. into your head: their E.P.'s lead song has a rampant and potent spell that compels you- without a single word being elicited. The effiicaciousness of Royal Blood makes it mark across the E.P.: that same grit and authority makes its presence known. When you witness The King in full, that comparable majesty lodges in your brain: there are few loose or aimless notes; everything is primal and tightly constructed. The boys themselves count the following acts as idols: Libertines, Weezer, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Young Knives, Moriaty, Futureheads, Sex Pistols, Iggy & The Stooges, MC5 and Patti Smith. To my ears, there are smattering of The Libertines' youthful energy and modern-life tableau. The songs (from Crooked Daniel) not only throw sweat and blood through the speaker: you get a great sense of comradery and brotherly spirit- the business of music and lyrics means a hell of a lot to the guys. Swathes of Up The Bracket's ragged and charming rambunctiousness shines in a few of the E.P.'s numbers: you could image Barat and Doherty side-by-side; filled with alcohol and high spirits- a palpable feeling of joy emanates and proffer. AC/DC's hard-edged riffs mandate The King's songs: you feel as though the lads have the potential to rise to the same sort of prominence and respect. In addition to some modern-day/early-'00s Indie-Rock charm and swagger, there is a definite Punk energy and mood that shows its hand. Like Iggy & The Stooges and Sex Pistols (The Clash too), the Devon clan have a rebellious streak: a sense of ambition that makes the songs so strong and nuanced- they are able to cross-pollinate genres and bands with expert consideration. There are shades and undertones (of the aforementioned) but nothing glaring comes to mind: the boys cleverly provide suggestions of past wonder- whilst keeping the overall sound very much their own baby. With their frontman possessed of such a unique- yet pleasingly familiar- voice, the music connects with the listeners hard. There are so many bands- that play in the same genre/milieu who come across as stale and predictable. Thanks to some well-crafted and well-rehearsed numbers, you can tell Crooked Daniel have taken the time to make sure their songs have distinct layers- so few bands have that same commitment. Overall, the trio have a knack of putting their music directly into your brain: with a gift for incredible compositions and memorable lines, their music is that which you will be repeating and replaying for a while to come. In that sense, there are not many other acts you could tie (Crooked Daniel) to: investigate their music and come to your own conclusions- every listener will have a different interpretation and experience.

Crunching and galloping intent opens up The King. Containing a suitably regal pretense, the percussion charges and pummel; the guitars swing and stagger- the boys mean business right from the start. After a brief while the intensity starts to build; the trio notch it up a gear and combine with lustful intent. Such is the indelible and memorable nature of the riff, you start to get lost it in: it sucks you in and leaves you guessing what is to come. Our trio tease and tempt: the introduction develops and blossoms; mutating and pervading, it ensures that no ears go un-seduced- touches of Oasis and The Libertines are entwined and paired. When our frontman steps up the microphone, his voice is distorted- at the beginning- and echoed. With a raw passion and intent gleam, initial words are offered forth ("Did you let the lights go out?"). Backed by a rousing and swirling composition, your mind instantly starts to piece things together. When singing- his voice now clear and unprocessed- "She never changed", you get the sense that ambition and personality are being talked about: maybe dreams have died or a relationship is reaching its final stages. Our heroine admits that a man cannot change his ways and habits. Having gone so far in her life- and chosen a particular path- she is turning her back on everything- seemingly resigned to a different life and way of thinking. Our 'queen' is living on "a knife-edge'- a sad set of circumstances have meant danger and uncertainty are daily certainties. Squires lets us know that the king was born to a "doubtful queen"- if a relationship is being assessed, it appears there is an imbalance and sense of hindrance. Usually- when songs look at relationship strife- it is the man who is blamed (and the villain): by switching gender roles, it gives the song a freshness and sense of originality. The young and immature heroine is definitely being given a thorough investigation: the song's hero is the king and rules things. In the passion of the night; the day-to-day, it seems that only one winner will prevail. As an infectious and rousing coda is unleashed, the boys manage to whip in a hell of a lot of swagger- as the guitars and percussion strike and relent, there is a cheeky nod to The Libertines. Conviction comes through strongly and starkly. Whether Squires is recounting a personal relationship or not I am not sure, but you can hear the passion come through in the vocals. The composition is a white-hot and lustful monster that keeps on coming back for more. Before the next verse, the lads ensure that you do not lose focus: the guitars smash one moment; wail and roar the next. The bass provides constant drive and determination as the percussion injects menace and Indie grit. As more distorted vocals are laid in, the story continues: the hero comes under scrutiny this time around. The heroine is chasing nightmares by the riverside; lost in a sense of pain and confusion, you get the impression breaking-point has been reached. Neither party will change who they are (or their ways of thinking): with backing vocals from Hall, the tension is built and the scene cemented- things have come to a head and it seems there is no way back for the duo. Before an emotional crescendo is reached- and the final twist is unveiled- the composition comes back under the spotlight: another snaking and rousing sonic swathe is unleashed. Like the title track, Dirty Games starts its course with an upbeat and powerful introduction. The band's ability to present catchy and insatiable intros. is already evident- and is a handy and useful tool to have in your bag. The choppy and stuttering parable has an 'umpa, umpa' delineation: it catches your mind and spikes your interest. Our hero keeps cool at the beginning: offering up some "la la la" vocals, there is a weary detachment at first- although it has a purposeful sense of ambition. Squires admits: "I feel the lows/You see the highs"; projecting his words with careful consideration, each line is given a chance to campaign- whatever is being sung means a great deal to him; he wants the listener to know that. It is hard not to hear some of The Libertines' inventive energy in the early exchanges- the boys add their own unique stamp and play with clear passion. Our hero looks at a particular heroine: when he heart comes out to play, it is here that he does not "want to stay"- it appears that the sweetheart will not let him go; caught in her grip, Squires sounds trapped. As the mood becomes tense and vivid, the trio notch up the offence: a frantic and Punk-infused line is laced in; everything sharpens and quickens- the signature changes and the boys seamlessly evolve the song. A game of cat-and-mouse is unfolding: the heroine has played her "dirty role", yet things go on- maybe it was meant to be a one-night stand; she has not got the message. I hope the boys will forgive me, but their Libertines authority shines- (the vocal is not that similar) the composition and lyrics have a flair of Up The Bracket. Ragged and raucous guitar notes fling and tumble; there is a playfulness- and kick-ass sense of wonder- in the song: tied with lyrics that have their mind located south of the heart, it is a stirring and captivating mandate. When the duo- our hero and heroine- go dancing in the street, she is always "sweating on my feet". I get the sense that 'dancing' is employed as a euphemism for sex- although that may say more about me than them. Because of the raw passion and conviction, you cannot help but to train your eyes there- as she digs her heels in dirt, you feel our hero may not find a way out. When the final moments arrive, the boys unleash a last-ditch attempt for freedom: the percussion pummles furiously; guitar and bass deliriously tumble and spit- making sure their message gets across loud and clear. Our unfortunate hero "crash-landed in the morning"- the opening thoughts of Two Sides. Out in the rain again, various scenes and interpretations come to mind- you wait to see what is going to be unveiled. Drowning in- one presumes- his girl's "filthy tears", Squires has taken the blame: with nothing to gain, it seems that a fraught scene has been witnessed. As his mind is drowning, perhaps there has been dishonesty and cheating; an argument may have erupted- with our frontman wrongly being accused. Professing there are two sides to everything, the urgency starkly comes to the fore: his no-good beau needs to own up and take responsibility- things are not as one-sided as she thinks they are. The vocal is given the chance to shine early on- the lads keep the composition fairly restrained and temporized; it ensures the words are clear and decipherable. A lot of love stories have their fair share of recrimination and fall-out: here our hero feels that there are two sides to (his girl's) heart; he is unable to get a fair hearing- perhaps he can never win the war, or even the battle. Underpinning the lyrics, the composition has a consistency and pace that adds emotion and weight to proceedings- it is not as mutating as previous numbers; it is more straight-forward. That said, Squires lets his guitars wander and pervade- beautifully punctuating the verses. Most listeners will sympathise with the hero: we have all been in the situation (he is in) and the words are those that are directed to everyone. With a title as vivid as Banging On The Bone, you would expect a suitably impressive opening salvo: the insatiable introduction certainly does not let you down. The song begins by observing the heroine- in a loose sense- that just sits and stares. Looking at a third-party, our hero presents another disconnected love story. It seems that the ashes of a relationship- or perhaps something more brief- are being trodden: whatever has happened between the two needs to rest and let go. Seemingly there is a sense of clinginess and inability to walk away: the ensuing words certainly add clarity to things. The unfortunate heroine is being taken advantage of by the boys: seemingly unaware of her role, tshe is reduced to a piece of meat- stripped of any righteousness and dignity, you can hear tones of sympathy (come from Squires). Assessing at the carnage, it seems that the girl has dug her own holes: being unshy, "cracked up" and "smacked up", she is unaware of what she does; having put herself on an unnatural high, she can not perceive how low she has gotten. The composition beautifully mirrors scenes of sex, drugs and... well everything else you might expect. Giving a clear picture of events, the listener is drawn into a seedy and rank underbelly- you almost feel sorry for the unfortunate 'heroine'- an ironic word, given what she puts through her veins. After the shortest track on the set, Old Town (the second longest) arrives. Perhaps the most exciting and electrifying intro.- on the disc- comes to light here: the guitars rush and clammer; the percussion peppers and rolls- perfectly leading in our frontman. We "never say never again"- with bloodshot eyes, a tense tale unfolds. The subject- our male protagonist- is armed and is a disreputable sort; the heroine is given no warning. Initially, we learn the man spins his "web of lies": a murderer of "the English kind", you start to imagine and prophesize. In spite of the bleak repressiveness and ill-fated goings-on, the composition has a chirpiness and let's-go-play quality that beautifully juxtaposes the lyrics- it does not poke fun or undermine anything; instead acts as a relief and sense of light. Our hero's vocals are determined and powerful: never dark or embittered, they ensure the words are intent and urgent. It is perhaps no surprise that the old town is seeing such horror and unpleasantness: Johnny (the song's villain- The Girl Looked At Johnny?) was a "messed-up kid at heart"; taking his gun into the night- "He didn't give a reason why"- you know that the heroine may not get out of this unscarred. Underneath the words of woe and imminent gunfire, the band summon up plenty of emotion and compositional quality. The percussion rifles fiercely; the guitars pump and throbs; the bass levels the two out- making the composition taut, tight (and showing its teeth). After another introduction of the chorus- the tension builds once more- the boys let their instruments continue the tale: there is playfulness still; everything becomes energised and instilled with a very British Indie-ness- embers of early-'00s masters come to mind. Not allowing the energy levels to drop for a second, the track keeps (that infectious) fresh in the mind: reinforcing the sense of danger and deceit, the band use it as a warning sign- get out before you get killed. Bringing things to a close is Timbuktu. The album's longest track, it starts off with a definite sprint: a fierce and sweaty intro. get the song right off to the races- similar to the title track, the opening develops and changes shape as it goes on. Having laced in plenty of fascination and urgent intent, the moment of reckoning arrives: our hero begins by wondering "Did you see the fear/In the eyes of a lonely heart?"- the song's title at once becomes meaningful and relevant. I sense that (the title) references the state of affairs: the subject is in the middle of nowhere; trapped in a vast desert of confusion, the heat of life is making him make mistakes. Taking trips with a "local scally"; tripping down a poverty-stricken street, he has nothing to lose- his singleton and unchained heart is causing recklessness and indiscriminate. As the blues lights flash; sirens wail- and chaos reigns- some bad crap has gone down: a man lies in the street, yet it doesn't seem abnormal or unexpected. Previous numbers have seen the boys offset some alarming starkness with buoyant notes: Timbuktu is no exception in this regard. After a heavy and blood-dripping opening, they allow a deep breath to come through- whilst ensuring that the sense of pace and potency never miss a beat. Light at the end of the tunnel is seen: the song's hero has allowed his drunken mind to become distorted and lead astray; that is putting reality into stark contrast. Perhaps the idea of running with the boys is a mistake- that shady life is not embraced for a very good reason. Our frontman lets empathy and caution rule his voice: you feel he wants things to work out for the best, but has been there before- he knows what lies in store, but perhaps it will all be okay. As the final notes ring and resonate, you wonder whether Timbuktu's central figure has made a clean break...

The King is a hell of a debut E.P. from a band with an incredible amount of talent. Before I get down to all the (many) positives, one or two points come to mind. The intelligibility on The King (the song) sometimes wanes: some of the words get lost, making it a bit hard to understand. Well actually that is it- the rest of my words are going to be nothing but positive. Whilst there are touches of The Libertines within the E.P.- some of the songs reference their work; some of the compositions/lyrics walk similar streets- the abiding sensation is on a very unique and fervent band. You would be hard-pressed to compare Squires's voice with too many others- it has lingering embers of greats, yet does not succumb to mimicry at any stage. The six songs across the E.P. are instilled with so much life and story: from the tales of broken relationships and clingy girls; to the gun-totting maniacs of dark streets; the one-night stand girl and lies of love- there is plenty of action and fascination throughout. Having been reviewing- over the last few months- a lot of similar themes: personal love stories; the break-ups and insular depressions- it is nice to witness something with some grit of the street. The Crooked Daniel boys have clearly lived the life: they have seen everything you could possible see and are recalling the memories through six stunning tracks. No two songs stick to the same theme: from one number to the other you are treated to a new experience and insight- each track has a sense of danger and heartache. The band is consistently tight and impressive: the performances are filled with conviction and heart; the sense of purpose and pride never relents. Squires marks himself out as a singer with a clear determination: his voice is solid and powerful; able to sympathise- as well as cast blame- it has many shades and sides- that clear and unique tone creates consistency and familiarity. Both warm and open; darkened and gritty, it will be great to hear more of it (the voice) in future releases. Harvey's bass work keeps everything in check: the rambunctious songs need guidance and authority- the bass does this wonderfully. In addition to offering support, it unleashes a huge amount of force and potential. Capable of stinging and stunning; tempting and seducing, it perfectly matches the lyrics of each number- lesser musicians would not be able to obtain the same sense of richness and diversity. Hall's percussion is consistently potent and rampant: The King is such an intense and imploring beast because of that indefatigable element. Few drummers are capable of a consistently bold and pulverizing sound: Hall is perfectly adept at weaving colour and surprise into the mix- he has as much style as he does panache and manliness. With Squires's guitar capable of breathlessness and wide-eyed surprise, the songs are treated to a huge amount of consideration. Within the six songs, the guitar is given plenty of time to electioneer and play: each riff and passage is packed with emotion and confident swagger- kudos goes to the axe man. When you are an Indie-Rock band, the biggest challenge is trying to set yourself aside from the masses of like-minded musicians: The King is a work that certainly shows its quality and originality. The band parlay some of their idols into proceedings, but never bury their songs midst familiar strands and sounds: the tunes are their own bosses and have their own skin. My last point concerns the quality of the songs themselves. Each number captures you with its youthful energy and compelling characters: a lot of times you find yourself rooting for some rather murky and unholy figures. Too much of new music revolves around narrow themes and predictable avenues: pillow talk and predictable love songs are a staple that we have all seen enough. Crooked Daniel take things out of the soul and into the streets: we peak behind closed door- and smashed-in ones- to witness something different- similarly, scenes we can all relate to (in some degree). The E.P. will connect with those familiar with the legends of Indie and Rock; draw in fans of other genres- it is a record capable of mass appeal and consideration. It is hard trying to grab a foothold- on a busy and tall mountain- and the first step is the most vital and difficult: The King shows ample promise and nuance that should see it ascend to the higher ranks. With its sounds capable of seducing the likes of Radio One, XFM, Absolute Radio- and venues a-plenty- I would not be shocked if one of their tunes was being spun here- very soon.

It has come to that stage once more: trying to distill a band into one paragraph (a pretty long one, I'll admit!). Crooked Daniel emailed me several days ago- wondering whether they could have their E.P. surveyed. Having not heard of the Devon three-piece (prior to the review), I went in not knowing what to expect. From their Facebook and Twitter pages, I extrapolated that they enjoyed a tipple of cider; their excellent record collection- in the form of their list of influences- wetted my appetites- a lot of potential presented itself on paper. When I actually sat down to judge the band's music, I was incredibly surprised: not in a bad way; I was just not expecting something so fresh, vivid and exciting. Maybe I have reviewed slightly diverse E.P.s (this year) yet very few have managed to impress me as much. Crooked Daniel manage to summon up so much force, weight and impressiveness over the course of six songs: each one is different and individual; possessed of its own magic and curiosity. Part of the reason I love new music, is that bands- and solo acts- dip into the past; their childhood icons are reintroduced and appropriated. The Devon trio sprinkle a little Punk fairy dust- Iggy', The Clash, Sex Pistols- some U.S. legends- MC5 for example- and a crop of homegrown legends- including Led Zeppelin and Muse. I started the review by stating how hard it is to make it count- when you are an Indie/Indie-Rock band. Being the busiest and most competitive genre in all of music, dozens of new young hopefuls are born every month. So many times I have gone in excited- when listening to a new act- and come away slightly cold and letdown: the initial rushes and passion dissipates and dissolves after a few tracks. Crooked Daniel have managed to samba past a potential stumbling block: their E.P. has a continuous momentum of quality that means you are left wanting more- hopeful that their sophomore release will be just as good (if not better). The boys are still growing and developing, but the early signs are very promising: The King is an action-packed statement of intent from a band that want to be taken very seriously indeed- they are not merely in music for the sake of it. I hope the chaps get themselves an official website in the coming months: not only can they bond all of their social media outlets in a one-stop shop- they can keep their fans updated and ensure more ears and eyes connect with them. It is great to see a band from Devon come through to the surface: there is still an hegemony among groups from London, Leeds, Manchester- and other large cities- that you always root for the underdog. These determined and impassioned band of brothers kick the blues away and compel the listener to dive straight in. With a maturity and sense of conviction that supersedes (their tender) years, the sheer urgency and authority they radiate sets them apart from the hoi polloi. The King will appeal to anyone that has a fond respect for the masters of heavy, sexy and youthful sounds. The lyrics and stories are not cliché or stifled: the band have a flair for atmosphere and landscape that ensures their music delves deep and far. Being a huge fan of (current new music leaders) like Crystal Seagulls, The Bedroom Hour, Los and the Deadlines and Knuckle; Crooked Daniel fit right into the list- they have the potential to parlay early investment into huge long-term profit. If you are not a fan of Indie and Rock, then do not despair: the band incorporate plenty of appealing facets that reach out to a wider audience. Beauty and introspection linger in many of The King's music; touches of classic and current-day Pop bubble in the undergrowth- you can discover much treasure if you listen hard. This year has shown itself to be one of the most fervent for new musicians: a greater range of talent has come through than I have ever seen- the signs for 2015 bode very well. Many have fallen at the first fence; others have bowed out with fatigue- the competitors with legs and intelligence win the race. Crooked Daniel have an authoritative and knowledgable music brain that translate into their music; their sense of intention means their songs cannot be ignored or overlooked- it seems that the next year will be prosperous for them. I know they have performed on (and interviewed) local radio (in Devon); ensured that a great deal of the local followers share their music- let's hope the word makes it far and wide. I am sure the band will make their name in music's most influential cities- London, Manchester etc.- and be in-demand any time (real) soon. Until that day comes, set aside some time to investigate The King- it is an E.P. that implores you to take notice and let your head and body rule your heart. With passion seeping from a great deal of musicians, it is vital...

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Album Review: The Updraft Imperative- Chair

ALBUM REVIEW:

 

The Updraft Imperative

Chair

8.7/10.0

 

Chair is available is available from:

https://itunes.apple.com/au/album/chair/id584524232

TRACKLISTING:

One Life- 8.8/10.0

I Believe- 8.6

All My Life- 8.5

Chair- 9.0

Beautiful- 8.5

Fighting In My Head- 8.7

Y In The Road- 8.6

Why Do I Run- 8.6

Life Without- 9.0

Love That's Real- 8.9

STAND-OUT CUT:

Life Without

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One Life, Chair, Fighting In My Head, Life Without, Love That's Real

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15TH December, 2012

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GENRES:

Christian-Rock, Funk-Rock, Groove-Rock, Pop, Rock.

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These impressive Australian Funk-Rock/Christian-Rock folk are on a charm mission in the U.K. Stations and publications are beholding The Updraft Imperative and their special brand of song: Chair is a startling and confident debut. If you are- like me- non-religious, then know this: all listeners will come away from the experience with a lighter and more nourished heart.

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TODAY'S review is a bit of a new occurrence for me...

Not only am I assessing a new band- that many would not have heard of- I am also encountering a genre of music that I would not normally do so: Christian Rock. The term can be a misnomer and misleading term: many would associate the music with acoustic guitar-wielding artists attesting about their love of God- passion in there for sure, but not something most of us would take the time to seek out. Being an atheist myself, I approached the band with an open mind: knowing I would perhaps not connect with the messages fully; I was willing to embrace the power of the music- in a weird way I find myself converted. Not to religion, but to a sense of adventureousness. The great thing about the genre is that it doesn't need to change your beliefs- you can have faith without believing. Messages, thoughts and lines can be extrapolated and applied by everyone listening- believers and atheists alike. Being a practical virgin to Christian-Rock, it was exciting to encounter it for the first time: see how it differs from other forms and what other inspirations are drawn. Having been a fan of Sixpence None the Richer- a Texan Christian-Rock band- and their back catalogue, I was sure to find something to enjoy. I shall get onto the band's album and work very shortly, but will mention one point: Australian musicians. Over the last year, most of my examinations have rotated around acts from the U.K., U.S., Canada and New Zealand- few Australian treats have come into view. The fervent music scene of North America is leading the charge when it comes to diversity and output, yet Australia has been impressing me. Boasting some of the most urgent and enlivening Garage-Rock/Punk bands around; the country is keeping up with the competition. Few eyes tend to train their sights away from the U.S. and the U.K.: it is a shame, because a great deal of fantastic music can be found. It is not just the sounds that provide interest, mind: the people behind the music can be compelling as well. Before I go into more depth, I shall introduce the act:

Josh Kerr- Vocals

Murray Siddans- Guitars

Pete Sercombe- Drums

"If there is such a thing as Groove Rock, The Updraft Imperative is it. Josh and Murray began writing and performing contemporary Christian songs 15 years ago. Though both pursued different creative ventures, they reunited 5 years ago and recommenced writing and performing. More recently, after being joined by Peter and Iain, "The Updraft Imperative" was born. The variety of different musical backgrounds and diverse performance experience effortlessly merged into a unique musical style. The Updraft Imperative believe in strong lyrics and compelling music, which will inspire and encourage its listeners. It is their prayer that God is glorified through their music and their lives."

Groove and Funk-Rock are rare genres; an odd amalgamation, it is a highly effective and invigorating genre. The Updraft Imperative have a sound that has plenty of kick, drama and energy: they are not merely content to let their words do the talking. We in Britain do not house too many like-minded acts: Indie and Rock we do well, yet it would be good to hear more examples of the Australian trio. It seems like such a no-brainer, really: combine the joy and mesmeric charm of Funk and classic Groove; sprinkle in a distinct and raw Rock backbone- season with a bucket-load of intent and passion. Not only are the band liable to change some firm conviction, but ensure that fresh upstarts find something special in The Updraft Imperative's sound. Having made some big strides in their career (as of late), it appears that things are certainly on the up: Chair is the solidification of years of hard work and planning; the summation of a band with a lot to say.

Chair is the first album from the trio, making it hard to compare it with previous L.P.s. The band's previous single- the acclaimed One Life- is a tight and contorting beast: containing essential, primal and impassioned percussion; grooving bass and Funk guitars- it is an impressive opening statement. The band look at treading holy ground and making the most from life: that sense of walking the right path and doing what's right comes through- it is one of the tracks that features on Chair. The album pretty much picks up where One Life left off. The album contains the same sort of class and thematics: the sounds and compositions have variation, yet stay close to One Life's sound. It is clear that the band have developed and expanded: the album incorporates similar themes and issues in addition to offering plenty of fresh avenues and topics. The band's distinct sound is well represented across Chair and shows many colours and threads: the sense of passion, urgency and conviction- terms I have applied to other groups- comes through right across the L.P.- drawing inspiration from like-minded acts and some mainstream acts, they infuse a myriad of sounds and ideas into a jam-packed album. In light of the embryonic nature of the band, the best judgement one can levy is towards the album itself- rather than compare it with previous work (or other artists) assess it on its own values and potential.

It is a tricky one this: comparing the band with anyone else. As I said, my only real exposure to Christian-Rock was via Sixpence None the Richer. Not being a huge fan of The Fatherless and The Widow/This Beautiful Mess period, I did vastly enjoy their albums Sixpence None the Richer and Lost in Transition (their last album): these works were marked by their incredible Pop/Rock songs; mature and deep songs; incredible vocals and compelling guitar hooks- the central messages continue their divine mission. The Updraft Imperative have a similar connection. The vocal performances alternate between impassioned Funk and tender emoting; themes look at transition and realisation: the power of faith and belief is a common facet of both bands. What I love most about S.N.T.R. is the sympatico and kinship of the members. The relationship between Leigh Nash (lead vocals) and Matt Slocum (lead songwriter) cemented the band's relationship as one of the most assured and solid in all of music. The Updraft Imperative have a comparable friendship and closeness: this comes through in their tight and powerful performances; confident and layered songwriting. If you are purely looking for musical comparisons, then Maroon 5 and Red Hot Chili Peppers seem apt. The Updraft Imperative fuse the gleeful and hell-yeah dance of Red Hot Chili Peppers and the assured and universal charm of Maroon 5's early work. Although the band may not include the same tongue-licking lasciviousness albums Blood Sugar Sex Magik and By the Way (Red Hot Chili Peppers) posess, they do parlay the band's blood rush swagger and gift for mingling funky guitars and catchy-as-hell jams. Maroon 5's critically-acclaimed debut (Songs About Jane) was synonymous with personality, tenderness and a terrific vocal performance: The Updraft Imperative Josh Kerr's boasts an Adam Levine-esque vocal. The final comparison I would levy is towards Jamiroquai- often Maroon 5 are seen as a lesser version of the Jay Kay's outfit. Like Jamiroquai, The Updraft Imperative have a huge knowledge of Funk and Rock; able to blend elements and sounds together seemlessly- create a riot of feet-moving grooves and slinky paens. It would be appropriate to say- more so than ever- approach the music with an open mind: not just in terms of the themes being explored, but the band as a whole. The messages have a common courtesy and universal appeal: love, redemption, appreciation and gratefulness sit alongside meekness, humility, passion and rebirth: not just themes that are rare and lesser-heard but those that need to be incorporated back into music's wider regard. The sounds and compositions may not be as vibrant and daring as the likes of Red Hot Chili Pepper's, but that is not to say they are not fascinating. Whilst there is some comparable restraint and composure, the trio are more than capable of whipping up a frenzy of dance and sing along appeal; their songs inspire passion and emotion in the listener- taking their mind away from the hurdy-gurdy of life and causing them to reflect. If any of this sounds like your kind of music, then do not miss out on the Australian three-piece.

With a rushing guitar- that sounds a little like Bob Marley's Could You Be Loved- the track has a Reggae-cum-Funk opening: a cool and slinking jive that gets the energy up right from the start. Guitars spar and compete; reflect and parabond, it is a catchy back-and-forth that is joined by punchy drums. Ramping up the intrigue more, early lyrics look at the "fear of an unknown direction" and belonging. Looking at roads stretching and uncertainty, Kerr's voice is informed and direct: the clarity and conviction that comes through gives force to the song's messages. As the songs starts to build, we look at the role of God as father: having belief and following the road ahead. As our hero assess one thought "after the other", the vocal becomes more impassioned- when eliciting a falsetto coo, Kerr injects some Paolo Nutini into the mix- Siddans and Sercombe step up and keeps the momentum flowing- the percussion gets firmer and more attacking; the guitar shifts and mutates. Our hero is determined and resolved not to fall: whatever roadblocks and trials are placed under foot, they will be overcome. When it comes to looking ahead he "Can't embrace the future", as God sees all. It gets my mind thinking whether there is a secret or desire lingering beneath: if he will be judged or punished for embracing something impure or desirous. The coda and conviction to which Kerr is living is true at least: his resolve and sense of purpose is evident, yet you feel that the constraints of an omnipresent and omnipotent guardian may be quelling some innermost ambitions. Perhaps that may be an over-reach but the sense of joy comes through in the full-bodied and soulful vocal: past the half-way marker, a delirious and psychedelic guitar swathe augments this perfectly. Employing some of Jimi Hendrix's experimental luster, the riff is woozy and sweaty; emphatic and delirious- a wholly appropriate representation of what is being delivered. The chorus has a simplicity and memorable hook- you may find yourself singing along to it soon enough- that is repeated and reinforced in the final stages. The band never let the energy drop and ensure that enough movement, heart and urgency are directed to the listener: you come away impressed by the early conviction and passion. I Believe starts life infused with promise and life: the guitar line sounds like something from Radiohead's Amnesiac- with undertones of The Beatles as well. After the brief- but layered- introduction, our hero is a the mic. It seems that religion is fulfilling his needs and he can rely on faith: although darker and resistant chimes are making a noise deep down. The logical part of Kerr's mind is saying that his convictions and practices are well-founded and unmoved: a part of his heart starts to have some niggling doubts- not about the existence of God, but wide issues of faith. Stones are dragging him back and there is a desire to open his lungs and say 'I believe': that sense of need and belonging shine through (in the impassioned vocal). The biggest draw of the track lies in the composition itself. Not as bombastic and overt as its predecessor, here the mood is slightly downgraded and studied: the guitar strings mix a host of emotions and perfectly balance the vocal; the percussion is delicate but adds a huge weight to the surroundings- the fact the band did not lace the song with huge and shouty elements is a prudent and impressive move. It seems that issues of conviction, conversion and truth are causing grief: our hero is trying to speak his beliefs (to others/a particular subject) yet the light in his eyes is dimmed. Whether addressing doubts over his own faith or the problems convincing others, there seems to be some doubt creeping in. The mention of a stone as a metaphor is an effective image that seems to have our frontman shackled and castigated: the chorus' bellowed and empowered vocal is an attempt to break free and relinquish the burden. The composition keeps everything focused and meaningful: there are no aimless solos or histrionics- the sound is powerful and tight; keeping the song level and assured. With the most Chili-esque embers yet, All My Life shudders, tricks and teases its way into life. Beginning off a scratchy Funk-Rock riff, the songs instantly lodges in your brain- its sense of purpose and direction is clear. Looking at- in the early stages- purpose and meaning, the song sees our hero paying tribute to his idol. His feet are made to walk on the shore; hands to play these songs; the music to "lift your name up." That bouncing and boxing composition gives the song a jumpy and upbeat quality that lifts the song up. In addition to a busy and powerful composition, the vocal display is intent and impassioned. Possessing a modern Pop sensibility, it showcases Kerr's breadth and depth. Paying respects once more, our frontman is dedicating "all my minutes for you":" living life as unselfishly as he can it seems. The song drives and moves at a brisk rate: that sense of itinerant and travel makes it sound mobile and adventurous. Again, the chorus makes its impact known: the trio have a flair for simply effective and catchy chorus lines- All My Life's mantras keep the traditional alive. The central message is key here: by re-introducing the chorus and building the song's impact up and up, the trio ensure that their focus is clear and understood. The title track has a gentler and breezier beginning. A sweeping and summer-tinged acoustic line is joined by striking percussion: they blend to create a harmonious and uplifted whole. As our hero speaks of being comfortable in "these four walls", the percussion changes course: the beats juxtapose the vocal in their deployment (quite a unique time signature is offered) giving the song a sense of underlying anxiety and edge. Kerr is staying where he is in case he falls: deeper issues are being investigated here. Whereas previous numbers have dealt with the joys of religions; the comfort faith brings, here there are some nagging doubts: our hero wonders if God can help anyone else; if he had a day to live what would he do- philosophical and emotional issues are explored and pondered. A sense of missionary purpose comes into life: the only way that certainty can be obtained is through action. Another ebullient and effervescent composition gives the song a sense of occasion and positivity: displaying hints of Crowded House in the vocal, it is a track that will sound familiar to many. The band is tight and consistent throughout: each player is in step and knows their part expertly. Morbidity and life are looked at closely: our hero wonders how much time he has and is caught in two minds- the need to espouse and proffer his faith against the brevity and unpredictability of life. If the world ended tomorrow, our hero would not be minding his own business: instead enjoying each day. The track builds off of the necessity to make the most of each day: it is not cloying or needless preaching; instead it is affirmative and positive. The melody has a catchy and eager smile that will connect with the listeners: mixing Pop with Funk-Rock it has quite an American feel to it- you could imagine the song scoring a road trip movie (such is the sense of atmosphere and discovery). Beautiful starts its campaign similarly to Chair: that same aching and romantic guitar sound is reintroduced here. In longing- it is said- we "search between the lights." The sun is adorned and adored; the warmth radiating from it is a divine auspices that is revealing new life and purpose. The aching and emotive vocal is what wins the cynical over: possessed of plenty of beauty and seductiveness, you cannot help but be swept up by it- the backing of sprite acoustic guitar reinforces this feeling. Within the ocean swell of the vocal emanates thanks and appreciation. Kerr looks at "the beauty that you've made": the sun, land and sea are all mentioned- the offerings and landscape all beauty and awe-inspiring. Perhaps not one of the album's strongest cuts, it certainly is no slouch: its conviction and full potency will reveal itself to those whom feel the same (as the band)- for the uninitiated, the messages may not be so important; there are great aspects to take away. The conviction and vocal strength is incredible: few could argue that every word is meant; it is radiated beautifully. A simple and effective composition gives colour, light and tenderness to the track- catchiness once again is a synonym for Beautiful. Twirling and Blues-infused guitar notes give Fighting In My Head a license to intrigue: breaking away from the softness of the previous numbers, something more powerful and electric is offered. Our hero has a heavy heart and a sense of guilt. Mountain scenes and burdens give the impression that not all is right. Feeling that the truth is "something to hide"; whether his own faith is being questions I am not sure, yet there seems to be a sense of resolution. When all is down- and seemingly out- then all (our frontman) needs to do is to call: that sense of safety provides a necessary net and comfort. Containing quite a modern-edged composition, the melody and musicianship displayed is a mixture of U.S. Contemporary-Pop- with a twist of traditional Christian-Rock. Showing their versatility and range, the trio sound comfortable in any sound and environment: even when the testaments being presented have anxious and unsure utterances. "No one's coming to rescue me" is a cry that is hard to ignore: maybe people and trusted sources are letting Kerr down- the debate of religion versus humanity is being unravelled and scrutinised. Essentially, the message is thus: when the darkness comes and all seems lost, that sense that someone is listening is all you need- something we can all relate to. Knowing that "I only need to call"; that lifeline is there- the downbeat sentiments are replaces with sunnier and more elliptical promise. By the end of the song you hope that Kerr is contended and okay: the initial doubts and stresses seem to have been dissipated at least. Y In The Road assimilates riparian guitars with a persistent and punctuated acoustic line. Our hero ponders questions and life: why we take the paths we do and the choices we make. Choices and decisions are like art work: they are hanging on the wall so "anyone can see it"; the permanency and indelible nature is cleverly presented. It is here that a female figure is brought in: whether an angelic representation or a known love, it is not revealed, but provides some interest and fascination. Kerr ponders the clarity of the mind: if the dust and cobwebs were blown away- presumingly the mind is expanded- then what would we find? The song's title represents personal cross-roads: offering two directions, you either make the right choices (or the wrong)- if your mind is less repressed then you can obtain concision and clarity. Compositional duties remain firm yet do not impinge: atmosphere and emotion is laid in but it is the central vocal that is in the spotlight. The angelic figure will "sing her song aloud"; our frontman sees the Y in the road and speculates: "Who do we hurt/And who do we leave behind?" Once again putting me in mind of Woodface-era Crowded House, Kerr's vocals are serene yet potent: the performance is tender and strong; plenty of melody and light comes through in the voice- the band superbly back the frontman. The antepenultimate track begins with an intriguing and beautiful guitar sound. Lighter notes intertwine and glide; strike and ignite- creating a tantalising opening. Kerr keeps his voice passionate still; projecting a soft and emotive vocal there is a light on the horizon- he hopes that "it won't come closer." If there is a sense of manifest destiny; a feeling that he needs to embrace this light, he is reluctant to do so- asking himself why he runs, there is hesitancy once more. Our frontman questions why he resists the light: it is there- in a pious man's view- for a deeper reasons, yet he seems intransigent and reluctant. Perhaps some needed build-up would compound the song's sense of doubt- building up the tension and making things more on-edge. Running wild has made our man feel like the tide: perhaps something personal has occurred that has caused this reticence and procrastination- that sense of conviction never lets go of you. The much-needed rise does occur- just before the 2:00 mark- which sees our hero querying himself- or maybe directing his thoughts to God. Wondering whether he needs to build his own life and salvation; create his own solutions and answers- it appears that the answer needs to come from inside of him, as opposed to his treasured deity. The entire band provides bite and beauty in equal measures: guitars have a Hispanic/Latin sense of seduce and calmness; the percussion thuds intermittently- ensuring that a time clock is evident; pressing our hero to take action. It is a shame that "Under rock I hide"; the song's hero is backing away from a chance- you can sense the regret- his voice incorporating embers of Billie Joe Armstrong (you can hear the Green Day man's emotive croon here). Once more highlighting their sheer range, the song sits comfortable in its mould: the earlier Funk-Rock jives have transformed into sunset calm; acting as an aural day-night shift. The band is offering up their own ten commandments: each song has a bold truth and clear message to it. You are left what direction the next song will take: will it be upbeat and inspired or introverted and doubting? Life Without returns right to where we picked up: that insatiable and feet-tapping Funk-Rock is back- it appears we may be witnessing something more redemptive. After a funky and white-hot intro., layers are peeled and the song's intentions get to work. The title pretty much says it all: Kerr does not want to live a day without his guiding light. I was speculating whether a romance was being referenced at first- I suspect not, although the lyrics are overtly romantic and tender. The song itself acts as a Russian doll: the track professes that music is the way to communicate appreciation; this in turn is being cemented in Life Without's hypnotic hooks. Letting the guitar shine, Siddans employs shades and colours a-plenty: ranging from Funk to Blues, the guitar elements are evocative and grand- yet played with subtlety and grace. Sercombe's heartbeat percussion keeps everything in check and levelled- much-needed considering what is being professed. Strip away any hesitation- whether you are enthralled by the song's meanings- what you have is a fascinating number that marks itself out as the album's choice cut. Towards the two-thirds mark the guitars stagger and swagger: a crawling and elongated jam adds some gravity and grandeur into the mix. With Kerr's voice reaching a falsetto high- at the track's most honest moment- you can hear the conviction of his words. The song fuses all of the band's compositional elements together; clarifies their main themes and cores- stirring it together in a bubbling cauldron. As the song, the guitar has some menace to it: it strikes and retreats- before coming back in- as Kerr's voice reaches Matt Bellamy-esque highs. The finale or swan song comes in the form of Love That's Real: a track that starts with a great build-up- that is the most impressive on the set. Organ swirl mutates into a Country/Funk-Rock coda; that transition and evolution is a stunning moment that perfectly starts the track. Providing personal insight- and a lesson into the bargain- the song looks at a "young man" and a "Handful of forgotten lessons": we all know you know who (is being referenced) but the band come in with a different angle. Displaying a new line of enquiry and projection, the song is less personal than previous tracks. It is said that young pride can "drag you under": whether directly referencing an obvious central figure- or providing a parable to a wayward friend- I am not sure; I assume there is a mixture of both. It is said that you gotta run into the light of Heaven- giving your life to his name will bring fulfilment and direction. Our hero has certainly had a cleansing experience: a spiritual transmogrification, he is more calmed and relaxed than before- thanks to his faith and beliefs. Free to be who he wants to be, the sense of real love is being explored- in the form of a trustworthy shaft of light. Once again- resting on my laurels- the composition and vocal hits me hardest: the guitars and percussion weave beautifully emotive tapestry; darker notes rumble with percussive heaviness; cross-pollination and genre experimentation is at the forefront. Before the 3:00 marker, the vocal gets distorted and processed: quivering and echoed it perfectly melts with twanging and Indie guitar- in my mind, it has a definite flavour of Arctic Monkeys to it. By the final stages, the band ensure that the energy does not subside: each player joins together to unleash a rousing mantra: wailing Blues/Psychedelic guitars beautifully add some raw emotion to proceedings- joined by organ and pulsing percussion, one cannot help but be impressed. It is a perfect end to an impressive album.

I have expended a great deal of words with regards The Updraft Imperative- and Chair as a whole. Before I hand commendations around, I will offer an addendum and disclaimer. Many reading the words 'Christian' and 'Rock' may view those as an oxymoron: feel that there is too much piousness and not enough enlivening music. There are plenty of Christian-Rock bands that have very little to offer anyone- the Australian trio go that much deeper. Being an atheist, it is hard to really connect with the lyrics and feel as the trio do- few non-believers are likely to change their mindset. That would often count as a negative- when assessing a band- yet there is plenty to admire (in the words): universal truths, guidance and answers are provided. The sense of positivity and resilience is inspiring- and not grating like The Polyphonic Spree- meaning the words should not be judged on face value: there is something in every song for every one. Okay then, let's get down to thing. The songs are uniformly impressive and each possess a unique skin and fresh direction. The quality is consistent and the album is arranged so that the four strongest tracks are perfectly placed- two near the top; two at the bottom- and you are left wanting more by the final notes. In spite of the odd track perhaps not reaching giddy heights, there are no fillers to be found: even the least impressive number on Chair surpasses a lot of contemporary work. Like Sixpence None the Richer, the band use religion, faith and belief to include the listener: there are no barriers and the emphasis is not on preaching; they want to make fantastic music with honest intentions. Every moment is entertaining and intriguing: the band have a clear talent that is hard to ignore. The lyrics never tip-toe the borders of saccharine and cute; words and sentiments have a mature and intelligent edge to them- the emphasis is on conviction and passion. I like how genres as disparate as Funk and Christian-Rock are worked together: by expanding the musical palette- and providing plenty for everyone- the music can be enjoyed by everyone. The production is clear and concise; songs are afforded the chance to breathe and mesmerize: it means each note and words are crystal-clear. Finally, it is worth talking about the issue of Kerr himself: the mouthpiece for the Brisbane trio. His vocals never drop or fail to impress: passionate and strong; able to climb and whisper, he has a huge range that gives life and new meaning to his words. The captivating performances- and those of his cohorts- implore you to repeat songs: some are immediate and stirring; others reveal themselves after multiple listens. I was left impressed and surprised by Chair: shocked because I didn't realise how much good I could discover in it (there is so much depth and fascination) and impressed by the overall standard of the music- the trio are capable of re-appropriating any naysayers and Doubting Thomases. It is worth noting that the band are not looking to convert anyone to religion; they do not want to preach and force their beliefs on people- they are expressing their thanks and appreciation through the medium of music. If you go in with an open mind then you will be surprised and enthralled: the ten tracks are rife with wonder and quality. In essence, you should give the trio a good hearing: more ears need to hear their music.

It appears that future months (and years) will bring prosperity for the Brisbane trio. Chair is an album that initially captures you with its effusive and all-inclusive sound; the authority and heart on display is matched only by the catchiness and memorability of the individual numbers. Although I am a man who will never change my religious views- no music can ever be that powerful- I have at least found a great new band to investigate. I started the review by stating that Christian-Rock's mention may cause some to bridle; hesitate and be distant- thinking that they would find nothing to enjoy in the music. My lack of understanding of the genre has caused me to miss out on some great acts- The Updraft Imperative have all the credentials and class of any Rock/Indie band, yet project something different and new. Having formed a couple of years ago, the boys are still in the very early stages of their careers. Over the last few weeks the trio have had their music played in the U.K.: from Lancashire through Suffolk- and down to London- hungry stations are starting to pick up on the flair and beauty of the music. Having been compared to everything from an early-career Maroon 5 and (a quieter version of) Red Hot Chili Peppers (by news outlets and music sites), they certainly have connected with a lot of different people. In their native Australia, they have gained praise and adoration- hopefully more is to come after Chair is properly digested. U.K.-based radio play will surely find the guys in demand over here: I know that all kinds of music-lovers are keen to witness the three-piece in the flesh- I hope they do not limit their concert performances to ecumenical locales. Having a sound that can vary between arms-in-the-air Funk and softer introspection, it would be great to hear Chair's songs played in larger arenas: smaller festivals and atmosphere-filled bars will surely see their numbers swell. London is packed with exciting and reputable establishments that could easily squeeze the trio in: see fresh faces through the door; all looking to discover something new. That is the great thing about Christian-Rock: it is the solid intersection of faith and music appreciation- that space where everyone comes together to appreciate something special. Whether the songs messages speak to you (and are relevant) or you just take away something from the compositions, it is high-time more people became familiar to the band. Whether the boys will see me- a decided outsider- as a welcome recruitment (or a fair-weather fan), I hope that it is the former: few new acts connect with me on multiple plains- the Brisbane trio have caused some reassessment and reappraisal in me. It has been great to discover music from a different climb and walk: in addition to reconnecting with the fantastic passion Australian musicians possess, I have cleansed my mind from the traditional parables and subjects of Pink/Grunge/Indie etc.- something objective and redemptive has filled my ears. If you want to escape the caterwauling of the noisiest bands; step away from the woe-is-me subjects a lot of contemporaries provide; separate your attention from repressive themes, then The Updraft Imperative are a necessary and nuanced tonic: instilled with endless energy and Groove-Rock swagger, they have pulled off quite a feat. Having demurred from Christian-Rock for most of my life, I have been compelled to not only follow the band closely; I am going to have a listen and see what similar bands are offering. If you are a faithless listener, you will not witness epiphany or miracles- that is not what the trio are trying to achieve. They want their music to connect with as many people as they can; unite as many different people as possible, and above all, filter their appreciation and passion through music- showing just how much religion has made to them. Chair has surprised and amazed me (more than I was expecting); I have re-played many of the songs and found much to inspire my own creative process. I know the trio are getting love and airtime from London (and the U.K.), so if ever they decide to come and play London any time soon...

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Track Review: Goodnight, Sunrise- Liar Liar

TRACK REVIEW:

Goodnight, Sunrise

 

Liar Liar

9.3/10.0

Liar Liar is available is available from:

https://soundcloud.com/gnsrband/liar-liar

Released:

02 July 2014

Written by:

Vanessa Vakharia

Arranged and performed by:

Goodnight, Sunrise

Produced by:

David Kochberg

Engineered and Mixed by:

Ruben Huizenga

Mastered by:

Phil Demetro at Lacquer Channel Mastering, Toronto, ON

Recorded:

May 25 2014 in Toronto, ON

David Kochberg:

Guitars, background vocals, synth

Vanessa Vakharia:

Keyboards, lead vocals

Paul Weaver:

Drums, background vocals

Thor Thunders:

Bass, background vocals

Ruben Huizenga:

Cowbell

D/V 2: Bridgeburner cover art

D/V 2: Bridgeburner is available to pre-order from:

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Released:

15 July 2014

Written, Arranged and Performed by:

Goodnight, Sunrise

Produced by:

David Kochberg

Engineered and Mixed by:

Ruben Huizenga

Mastered by:

Phil Demetro at Lacquer Channel Mastering, Toronto, ON

Recorded:

May 25 2014 at 12 Bit Studio in Toronto, ON

David Kochberg:

Guitars, lead vocals

Vanessa Vakharia:

Keyboards, lead vocals

Paul Weaver:

Drums, background vocals

Thor Thunders:

Bass, background vocals

GENRES:

Rock, Indie, Rock-Pop, Funk

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Their music is "the feeling of orbiting the sun on the back of a unicorn": a pretty apt description of Liar Liar. Ahead of the release of D/V 2: Bridgeburner, Toronto's Goodnight, Sunrise offer something both emotional and insatiable; addictive and compelling: guaranteed to never leave your brain.

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'COLOUR', 'feel' and 'fun' are words that may not mean...

a lot out on context: when applied to music, they are a rare commodity indeed. There are plenty of forceful and heavy bands out there- from all around the globe- yet few employ any sense of fun to their music. My featured act has not negated this important consideration, and as such, their songs have that extra something to them- in addition to fusing multiple genres into the mix. That brings me to my main point: the aspect of musical diversity. Many of the acts I have featured have mingled various genres- when it comes to their music- but to my mind few modern artists have an entirely impressive range- there is a degree of ambition, yet most tend to stick to singular themes and motifs. There are a few problems with this- first of all you have a limited option when it comes to songwriting. By employing various sounds and shades- fusing softer with louder elements- so much more can be achieved. I admit that it is important to have your own particular brand: present things uniformly and solidly as possible- so much more can be elicited when you stretch your imagination and thought process. The greatest music I have reviewed- in addition to the best music on the modern scene- is synonymous with multifariousness and range: the artists that provide the most invigorating movements are those whom expand their horizons. It takes quite a masterful musician to be able to summon up something mesmeric- when sticking to one genre/parable. New music is getting into my mind because so many bright and striking artists are getting things right: retaining a distinct personality but sprinkling multiple scenes and genres into the palette. Before I get down to investigating Goodnight, Sunrise, I shall bring up one more point: Canada. This shall be the last time I bring the topic up- unless a Canadian band mails me some cool music- as there is a rush of talent coming through here. North America's friendly cousin is offering some of music's most noble and stirring acts: such a host of different sounds can be investigated here. From David Ward's falsetto beauty to the Rock and Roll majesty of The Dirty Nil, Canada is on the forefront of a music revolution. We here- in the United Kingdom- have enough diverse strands: the quality is up there with the best of them; the sheer range (compared with Canada) is not there. It is prudent that our musicians look across the water and gain inspiration: my featured act have a sound that is nothing like I have heard- something fresh and vibrant comes through in their songs. I shall go into more depth; for the moment, let me introduce them to you:

David Kochberg- guitar, vox

Vanessa Vakharia- keys, vox

Paul Weaver- drums

"Following the 2011 release of the EP Fragments, GOODNIGHT, SUNRISE put the pieces together with its debut full-length titled Create/Destroy/Create (Mar. 2013). The album tells a story with a beginning, middle, and end, exploring musical genres and reflecting on themes of confidence, creativity, and the cyclical journey between question and answer. The album’s introspective lyrics suggest that perfection is myth, control is fiction, and ambition is happiness. This was followed up by D/V 1: Deaf Ears (Dec. 2013) and D/V 2: Bridgeburner (Jul. 2014), the first two installments in an ongoing series of split-singles featuring one song by each of the band's male/female lead vocalists. GOODNIGHT, SUNRISE draws on influences ranging from Metric to Iron Maiden, and finds DIY inspiration in indie bands like Hollerado. The band has taken its explosive live show across Ontario and Quebec, sharing the stage with bands like Die Mannequin, Bend Sinister, Papermaps, and Graham Wright, with festival showcases at Canadian Music Week, NxNE, and Indie Week. Clearly, this story is just beginning... Goodnight, Sunrise is a 7.2 on the Richter scale. Goodnight, Sunrise is the feeling of orbiting the sun on the back of a unicorn. Goodnight, Sunrise is a 4-piece Toronto-based rock and roll hurricane pulling funk, metal, soul, pop and prog into its vortex. Goodnight, Sunrise is a birthday party in a band. Goodnight, Sunrise is your destiny."

In spite of the Canadians being fun and energised, they offer a lot of depth and intelligence. Their songs look at more philosophical and lesser-heard issues such as truth, beauty and the nature of self: their projection and output possesses a similar originality. It would be an injustice to call the band's records 'concept' pieces- the term is seen as tantamount to off-putting music to a lot of people. Whilst a lot of bands produce concept records- the results are usually not spectacular- Goodnight, Sunrise have hit upon a unique and impressive formula: releasing a series of singles that alternatively feature the group's leads- David and Vanessa. There are plenty of trios- and duos- that are out there: usually they are too rigid; they have a lead singer and guitarist (and drummer) but never rotate their componency. This is what I mean when it comes to originality and diversity: not only does this concept- switching singers and presenting unique voices- allow creative inspiration, it gives a chance for the band to provide different perspectives. All of this consideration and intelligence has led to success for the group. Their name is gaining momentum and the Canadian masters are preparing for the release of their latest split-single, D/V 2: Bridgeburner. Following on from the acclaim their previous attempt (D/V 1: Deaf Ears) gained, the inspiration and sense of directness comes through sharply. In a scene where so few bands take the time to provide the listener something new and fascinating, Goodnight, Sunrise go that step further- it will see them gaining the eye and attention of hosts of new fans.

The band have evolved and expanded since their initial recordings. In terms of their overall sound and ambition, there is nothing new there: that has been in place since the beginning. Fragments was an impressive beginning from Goodnight, Sunrise. Songs such as Paper Napkins is upbeat and rousing- the instrumentation and composition infuses Funk elements. Not only displaying the trio's talent for atmosphere and surprise- the electricity and sense of wonder during the chorus is infectious- but showcasing Vakharia's incredible vocals, it is one of the E.P.'s standout cuts. This is Yours has both leads alternating vocals- the beginning notes for the D/V' work- and pioneering: so much life and vibrant passion to the track. The Create/Destroy/Create L.P. expanded their sound and saw the Toronto outfit impressing hard. Wonderlust's gorgeous opening strings lead to an stunning vocal from Vakharia; the song suddenly jumps and explodes into life- the sheer rush that is elicited is impossible to shake off. The Honeymoon is Over beautifully pairs Kochberg and Vakharia's voices in an enthralling two-hander; rife with funky strings and Blues-Rock jam. The Ocean is an epic and slow-building finale that twists and mutates: from the get-on-your-feet electric guitars to the rousing vocals it is a hugely emotive number that stirs the soul. The development from their debut E.P.- to their album in March 2013- saw a huge leap forward. All the early hallmarks continued; the trio grew in confidence and stature. Create/Destroy/Create tells its stories of meaning and purpose; questions and answers. Each track acts as a travelogue and piece of the puzzle: the band increased their lyrical ambitions and pushed their talents to the limit. After the rush and epicness of the album came the intriguingly-named D/V 1: Deaf Ears. Calling It grumbles and has shadowy edges: Kochberg's emtoive and powerful vocals soon provide light and potency. Moving slightly away from their past, there are fewer Funk elements: the trio have a huge range on display yet incorporate new directions. 501 sees Vakharia step into the fold: another rampant and upbeat number, it sees our heroine in full voice and determined. True, there are still some lingers of Funk- the swirling and delirious keys motivate you to move- yet the overall sound (on the release) is Indie/Pop-Rock. From the ambitious and wide-ranging Create/Destroy/Create to D/V 1', Goodnight, Sunrise focused their attentions once more- the quality remains impeccable and the sense of confidence shines through. With every release comes new promise: the band are a lot more assured- on their new release- as they did at the beginning. Whilst Fragments was a bold and incredible debut, they are at their very best now: the performances are more compelling; the songs deeper and more developed; the overall sound nuanced and more exciting. The biggest development (you can see on D/V 2') is the lyrics. There are still lines about truth and ambition- things seem to be more personal and direct now. Personal anger and detrimental relations are looked at; the hardships and downfalls of love are explored- there is some obliqueness to be found to. Liar Liar could be a tale on governments messing with people's minds; a friend breaking promises or a relationship that is on the rocks. New inspiration has led Goodnight, Sunrise to personal themes and new avenues.

Goodnight, Sunrise have an incredibly original (and potent) sound at work- there are some pleasing embers of other acts at work. The trio themselves rank acts such as We Are The City, Rah Rah, The Zolas, Glueleg, The Cheap Speakers, The Speaking Tongues and The Skirt Chasers among their favourite artists- tiny shades of each present themselves in various songs (of Goodnight, Sunrise): the likes of The Zolas and We Are The City seem to be the biggest source of inspiration. In terms of historical references, Goodnight, Sunrise are fans of Metric, Iron Maiden, Danko Jones, Hollerado, Heart, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Bruce Springsteen and Lady Gaga. Quite a heady and diverse range of artists at work there: the Canadians have a similarly great ear for anthemic uplift and impassioned sounds. If you are a fan of Iron Maiden then you will enjoy the trio's music. Although the two acts are quite disparate and unconnected, you can draw a line between them. Goodnight, Sunrise may present lyrics that are deeper, more thoughtful and nuanced- than the London Metal band- but there are one or two pleasing comparables. The sheer energy and sense of occasion can be detected in both acts: Goodnight, Sunrise take the soul and heart of Iron Maiden and provide a modern take on their mandates. I say the same thing- with regards to every act I assess- and it has to be said again: the aforementioned bands are just a point of reference. To be fair, Goodnight, Sunrise have such a particular sound that it is hard to compare with anyone else. The best way you can approach things is to judge them on their own merits: digest and seek out their music and arrive at your own conclusions. It is true that the trio have a great affection for their favourite and most inspiring acts and go some way to keeping their names alive: the band's veritable sound is very much their own and it would be a disservice to suggest otherwise.

Vakharia's cool and seductive is the earliest utterance of Liar Liar. Our heroine is in accusatory mood, and has had more than enough of things- the instant sense of dissatisfaction and annoyance comes through strongly. Backed by a punchy and singular drum beat, there is a pleasing sparseness to the initial moments: it gives the vocal a chance to shine and means things are not cluttered or crowded. Vakharia has some anxiety at her core: the song's early messages hint at deeper worries. When singing "I've got a bad bad feeling/That you're messing with my mind", you can that conviction come straight through: the vocal is determined and straight-to-the-point. With suggestions- intentional or not- of Chrissie Hynde and Lana Del Rey, the vocal is imbued with empowerment and grit with some sensitive and beautiful undertones. The song's subject is "Building crosswords on the ceiling/Rewriting all the things I've said." The language is beautiful here: instantly your mind is fed and you start to imagine scenes; become connect with the song more deeply and start to support our heroine. It may be the case that government forces or disloyal friends are causing pain, yet I get the impression a former (or soon-to-be) love is being examined. Playing her for a fool, Vakharia's voice strengthens and opens as she is "sick of all your stupid rules." Leading the music charge is a delightfully delirious keyboard line: it jives and dances and provides a terrific contrast to the foreground. On their last E.P., the trio moved away (slightly) from pure and unadulterated Funk- there was the odd suggestion yet nothing that overt- and toned it down a modicum: on Liar Liar that flair and sway is back. As the chorus rushes in- for the first time- that addictive and catchy underpinning burrows into your brain: you find yourself nodding and singing along (well humming at least); infused and caught up in the momentum. Our heroine has had her fill of deceit and issues: the chorus sees her telling her man "I don't need your games." One of the most impressive aspects of the song is the constant movement and energy. It puts me in mind of Kirsty MacColl slightly: I could detect a little of her voice come through but it is the passion and sound of the composition that leads me to her. Mixing Funk click with (a beating heartbeat) of Rock and Indie, the track gets inside your head without apology: a hugely convincing vocal and incredible composition combine with huge effectiveness. As the composition picks up pace- incorporating guitar more heavily- so too does the venom of the lyrics. Although the projection is not wracked or bile-filled, the scenes present see the walls close- our heroine is at her most insistent and on-edge. Testifying that she has "a bad bad feeling", the noose is around her neck: the song's snake has been dealing "From the bottom of the deck." A whirlwind of sound is summoned up as the song develops: synths. and keys mingle and conspire; the percussion smashes and clatters- Thor Thunders's tight and taut bass manages to add additional drive and energy to the mood. Coming from a deeply personal place, Vakharia's sense of conviction is unsalable. Whatever has happened- to inspire the song- it seems that some infidelity and double-crossing have occurred. A harder and rawer edge comes through in the bridge: our heroine's voice is duplicated; backing vocals are incorporated to create a delirious effect. The Funk-laden layers remain but get overwhelmed by pungnaciousness: all of the sonic elements become snarling and dizzying; the energy levels rise and things are reaching breaking-point. The lying wretch has caused damage and seems unconcerned with his actions; Vakharia is determined not to let things get to her as she confesses "You can't hold me under fire." The final moments are a blur of frantic vocals- that intertwine and weave- as the chorus is brought back into focus. With a final chance to speak her mind, our heroine is inflamed and motivated. Having washed her hands of her subject, the track comes to its end- and a clear message has been sent.

I have played quite a few Goodnight, Sunrise tracks and am impressed by how diverse and surprising they are. Over the course of a year the band have managed to achieve a great deal. Liar Liar will connect with any fans of the band, yet introduces new subjects and sounds to the fore: the conviction and incredible band performance will draw in plenty of new followers for sure. There are a great deal of songs out there that deal with similar issues- being let down and trapped; played with and messed about- and it is incredibly hard to stick out (if you play these types of songs). The best way to mark yourself aside is to do something unique and unexpected. By contrasting quite upbeat and jubilant compositions notes; pairing them with themes that mix suffrage and entrapment, the group have managed to unveil something new and wholly impressive. Few other acts would think of contrasting such diverse and different aspects together: Liar Liar is one of the most memorable tracks they have released. Weaver's percussion keeps Funky and tight but is allowed to pervade and dominate (at times): towards the chorus it steps up and unleashes power and incredible momentum. In the early stages it is measured and focused; towards the latter stages it loses its head and matches the fury and determination of the vocal. Thunders's bass manages to keep the song levelled and in check: ensuring nothing gets too carried away or overwrought, he manages to tie everything together and guide the song forward. Kochberg laces an incredible amount of energy and joy into the track: his guitars and synths. inject colour and vibrancy to proceedings. In addition to providing backing vocals- as do the entire band- his contributions are essential to the song's success: employing a great weight and support, his sense of urgency and purpose are ineffable. Vakharia herself puts in an incredible performance; not just in terms of her vocal performance, but her musical input. Her keys work gives the song a huge and memorable energy that makes you want to move and dance: the rhythm and pace is infectious as it is intuitive. Her lyrics looks at personal woes and a feeling of suffocation: the way she employs her words (and the images she brings to mind) mark her apart from most other songwriters. The chorus is immensely effective; the vocal performance is direct and instilled with plenty of insistence: she has put up with too much crap and is not going to let it take her down. A song that can perfectly score any scene; speak to all sorts of people; implore you to repeat it time and time again, it has so many layers and beautiful moments. The first release from D/V 2: Bridgeburner, it hints at an incredible strong release: one that picks up from where the band left off- and offer so much new and exciting firepower.

Having had a whirlwind week of reviewing, I am always surprised by the music out there: the new musicians coming through never fail to impress my hugely. Canada is probably not the first country you would think of- if you were looking around for the best sapling sounds- and this should change: too many people naturally look towards the U.K. and U.S. when fostering their favourite new acts. If the likes of The Dirty Nil have proven anything, a lot of treasure can be discovered when you look across the waters. As the quality of mainstream music- in my opinion- starts to decline, we all must look around and see the new generation come through. Goodnight, Sunrise are among a huge new wave of musicians coming through at the moment: they have a long future ahead and are as determined as any act I have come across. Their music is that which compels you to feel energised and alive: it is urgent and impassioned; direct yet thoughtful; deep and considered- the compositions are filled with vitality, life, hard edges and lust. Drawing inspiration from the Metal/Rock gods (and goddesses) of old, the trio update and revitalize the genres: incorporate tiny touches of a few (diverse) artists and instill a bumper-load of originality and unique intent. I am sure that I have not heard the last from Canada's new musicians- I hope not at least- which gives me cause for celebration: every time I survey an artist from this nation, I take away something different. In addition to being one of the most compelling new acts I have witnessed, the trio put their fans first: the fact that they have such an authoritative and complete online portfolio speaks volumes. As hard as I have proffered with regards the quality of North American music, another- and even more popular- topic needs to be dusted off: the nature of online representation. In a developed age- where so many online options exist- there is no excuse for presenting the absolute minimum. Too many acts are contended to merely have a Facebook and Twitter account (maybe SoundCloud too): this is fine if you have all the information required here, yet most acts do not. Goodnight, Sunrise have gone the extra mile: they have an official site; their music is available on music-sharing sites- it is impossible to miss them. It may seem like a minor consideration to those reading but it points towards a wider malaise: if you do not put yourself out there then you run the risk of being overlooked altogether. By taking the trouble to fully stock their online shelves, the trio have already overcome a big hurdle and ensured that plenty of people will be able to access them. If you tie this to the fact that their music is filled with passion and energy; intelligence and rare power takes the three-piece even further- I hope that all of this quality pays dividends. Initial signs are incredibly impressive, so it should not be too long until Goodnight, Sunrise augment their good name. The guys are making plans to tour the east coast of Canada and bring their music to eager fans. Let us hope that plans are afoot to visit Europe: we over here would love to see them play and there is a big market available. Whether that is in their minds or not, I am unsure, yet it is clear that their latest sounds will resonate hard with new listeners: Liar Liar is an intriguing and hugely memorable song from a band that already have a hugely impressive back catalogue. The release of D/V 2: Bridgeburner is going to recruit a lot of new supporters to their cause- it is going to be rightfully deserved. If you have not experienced the trio before, Liar Liar is a great starting point- that will lead you to investigate their past. I have been impressed hugely by Goodnight, Sunrise and everything they have to offer. Having surveyed and re-played Liar Liar, I find myself longing to hear it again. My words do little justice to the full force of the song, mind. That being said...

IT'S up to you now.

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E.P. Review: Allusondrugs- Allusondrugs

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9.6/10.0

Allusondrugs - EP, Allusondrugs

Allusondrugs is available on 21st July (on Clue Records); pre-order it from:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/allusondrugs-ep/id895063688

TRACK LIST:

I'm Your Man- 9.6

Ted, What's The Porn Like In Heaven- 9.7

Cherry Pie- 9.6

Nervous- 9.6

Sunset Yellow- 9.5

Thingio- 9.6

STAND OUT TRACK:

 Ted, What's The Porn Like In Heaven

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Ted, What's The Porn Like In Heaven, Nervous, Thingio

GENRES:

Grunge, Alternative, Psychedelia, Heavy-Rock

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The Yorkshire-based Grunge maestros have a familiar looking frontman, yet their music is anything but: Allusondrugs' maze of psychedelic fuzz and fist-pumping glory comes to the fore in their incredible self-titled E.P. Ignore it at your peril.

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FUSING sounds and genres can be a difficult trick...

to get right. Experimentation and cross-splicing can lead to fuller and more exhilarating music: if you get it wrong, you face coming across as a bit of a joke. Ever since the heydays of the '60s, music's most stunning artists have been mixing and melting different strands of music: determined to push their sound and artistry to its limits; aiming to make them as evocative and effective as is possible. In the modern scene, this practise continues unabated: the most fervent and effective music is synonymous that which is fuller and more adventurous. Whether you- as a musician and artist- project beautiful and softer embers; dusky and seductive middles; hard and raw thrashers, the message is this: two (or three eyes) are better than one. I admire bands that have a 'singular' sound: something distilled and pure that has focus and structure. When I look around the music, the artists that stick in mind are the ones that infuse more colour, emotion and range into their overall sound. New music is synonymous with the growth and development of these acts: having reviewed countless artists, I am seeing this trend more and more. There is something fantastic and primal about discovering musicians that do something a little bit different- whilst incorporating sounds that have familiarity and history. My featured act is one of the most striking and adventurous acts about: garnering huge praise from the likes of Q Magazine, NME and Punktastic, the quintet have been riding the crest of an impressive critical wave. It is hardly surprising I find myself back in Yorkshire: in addition to hosting pointless cycling races (and boasting the most spectacular countryside), the county houses the U.K.'s most thriving and spectacular resurgence. I would say that between a fifth/a sixth of all my reviews revolve around a Yorkshire-based musician: it seems eyes and ears should be trained here with regards to discovering the best new music has to offer. In addition to Pop acts such as HERO, ISSIMO and Annie Drury, Yorkshire provides Electro.-Swing acts Little Violet and Shiftin' Shade; Rock artists Raglan and CryBabyCry- in addition to heavier and more pummeling sounds. A huge amount of diversity and choice can be found in the music of Yorkshire: no other part of the U.K. gives such an enormous range of sounds and sights- the quality is of the highest caliber. It is the heavier and raw sounds that are hitting me hardest: bands such as Knuckle are among those leading the charge of the impassioned brethren. Allusondrugs are the four-star generals that are at the forefront of a brave and noble army:

"Allusondrugs is a 5-piece alternative rock band from Castleford, West Yorkshire, who formed in late 2012. They are signed to Clue Records and although a fairly new band they are already making waves on the local music scene through their heavy gigging and captivating live rock performances. It’s this ability to package their intense electric guitar rock sound into live shows which has helped them generate a regular following already, with their gigs being described as ‘electrifying’!"

Comparisons have been levied towards other bands- I shall touch on this more later- including U.S.  legends Alice in Chains and Nirvana: there is an air of familiarity in Allusondrug's hypnotic and anthemic songs. It is incongruous to say that they are a reincarnation of the Seattle giants- a lot more meets the eye. That said, the band's singer is the spit of the sadly-departed icon: from the familiarly styled blonde locks to the cheeky grin, you would swear you were looking at Kurt Cobain's illegitimate kin (there is a touch of Jeff Buckley's gentle beauty as well). Not that there has been a conscious effort (to look like Cobain), yet it is startling and a happy accident- you wonder whether the band formed and styled their music based on this genetic happenstance? There is an air of mystery about them: they give hints of biography but do not proffer their names readily; include snippets of reviews but offer scant insight into their world and day-to-day- the boys are proud of the effect their music has had and prefer that it is the songs that are in focus solely. It is rare to find a bona fide Grunge act that possess such an authoritative sound: that which harks back to the early-'90s, yet is filled with personality and home-grown inspiration- the intrepid five-piece provide just that. Yorkshire and Britain are as much in their D.N.A. as the U.S. and Grunge: in a music scene where force and passion are being popularised and fostered, the band have come about at just the right time.

To see how Allusondrugs has developed, it is worth investigating their past. Earlier cuts such as MyCat mixed humour with dangerous and foreboding promise: the band blended pummeling and pulverizing sonics with a vivid tale and striking lyrics. It was at this juncture that Allusondrugs started to cement their vibrant and fuzzy sound: the buzzing and see-saw riffs marry brutal percussion rolls- backed by a vocal performance that injects as much restrain as it does passion and urgency. Fruit developed their sound even further. Employing woozy and spacey Psychedelia, the boys expanded their range to include blissed-out vocals and crunching riffs- emphasis here is on texture and mood. Backed by an impassioned and imploring voice, the song captures you with its transformations and changes. Sounds and pace mutates and changes; the band whip in twists and turns throughout- the first signs of the their (self-titled) E.P. are showing here. Stir saw the five-piece kick up a gear and increase their ambitions: augmenting their delirious haze, the track has a hugely swaying and arms-in-the-air riff: boasting feral guitars and groaning undertones, it is backed by a raw and bare-naked production. The vocal foreground is honest and direct: our frontman turns in his most memorable vocal display to date. Chorused backing vocals add to the sense of occasion and drama: the entire composition is rife with layers of emotion and delirium. Plaster saw the band letting heart and tenderness speak volumes. With its Blur-esque beginnings (embers of 13's experimentation and Swamp-Rock pokes through), the guys go for the jugular: huge and demented riffs couple smoother melody- something softer/Flower-Pop lingers beneath. Increasing their confidence and conviction, the band present a fuller sound; one with more nuance and urgency- compared with their first efforts. The production values became stronger and more complete and it is here where the true potential of their sound is given wings- there are still some rough edges, yet the entire production is more assured and solid. Handicapped's spiraling motifs and rampant implore has Nevermind touches: catchy-as-hell riffs and bouncing strings are ready-made for the festivals and moshpits- with kick-ass axe work and chanted lyrics, it is an infectious coda. Allusondrugs began life with a bang; their progression and sense of development has been amazing though: with each release they expand their horizons and offer something new- the sense of accomplishment and confident rises exponentially. The E.P. is the summation of this: every facet and layer is cemented and crystallised- the boys use their previous efforts as a jumping-off point but surprise once more. The sense of drama and stunning intent is only bested by the tight performances: the guys are completely instep and as one- the songs have a create mixture of softer moments and staggering monsters. Their most complete work to date, it shows how intent the Yorkshire clan are: every number is designed to resonate and inspire; stay in your mind long after the record has ended.

If you are looking around for comparable acts, there are a few alternatives- nothing too glaring, mind. The guys have grown-up on and been influenced by U.S. giants such as Alice in Chains and Sonic Youth. The ability to seamlessly track from spaced-out widescreen Rock to contorted and rampant Grunge was synonymous with the aforementioned: Allusondrugs have a similar intuition and talent- they can about-foot without blinking; keeping the momentum and sense of wonder fully in tact. There is plenty of emotional depth and passion in their music. When events and stories are softer- yet infused with atmosphere and huge vocals- the likes of Pearl Jam and Soundgarden make their presence known: the latter sprung to mind when hearing some of their more toned-down numbers. It is not just Grunge masters of old that will enter your thoughts: there is a huge amount of modern-day relevance pushing through. The snaking and cool-as-f*** riffs that Queens of the Stone Age mastered can be seen: like Homme, the Yorkshire crew can make everything sound ice-cold and utterly essential- that same ability to mesmerize and charm cement the band as one of the country's most promising. Modern icons Royal Blood see their lineage in Allusondrugs: the consistent energy and raw meat lust shines through (their self-titled E.P.). Of course it would be remiss to not mention their main inspiration point: Nirvana. It is always a big claim (and dangerous issue) to mention any band alongside the untouchable colossus: Nirvana are one of the world's greatest ever bands, and have seen their fair share of imitators. Mediocre warblers 30 Seconds to Mars have appropriated the Grunge icon's sense of style and force- albeit with tame ineffectiveness. Allusondrugs are a much more effective and convincing parable: they contain an equal potency and quality- in years to come it will be interesting to see if they can scale the dizzy heights of Nevermind. Some of Nirvana's In Utero work can be seen in their E.P.- and previous work- with its guttural screams; huge and biblical riffs; nuanced and psychotropic jams.

I'm Your Man is a song title that has been employed by the likes of Leonard Cohen and Elton John: neither created something as alive and determined as this. A scattershot and peppered percussion line joins with a echoed and woozy guitar line: some of Pixies Doolittle touches come through, in addition to plenty of original intent. Our frontman lets his voice romanticize and implore: speaking to his heroine, he wants to be "your only one"- initial signs are that the E.P. is beginning with a tender and honest heart. Backed by mellifluous and gorgeous female vocals, our hero investigates his love: blame is being cast and past events are turned over, yet the sense of longing and pride shines through- you can hear the smile come through in the vocal. The magnetising and vivacious guitar brings to light a story of almost juvenile proportions: you imagine a U.S. high school student arm-in-arm with his girl. It is the energy and sense of alacrity that brings these images to mind: our frontman's voice has a sense of comfort and desire- knowing that he wants to be her only man, the song drives and swells. Even though our hero was right ("and you were wrong"), nothing can sour the mood: that endless bonhomie and power never relinquish its grip. A full-bodied and evocative track, a huge amount of passion and catchiness is summoned up: it has a sing along charm to it as well grit and grumble. The gin-soaked guitar is allowed free rein after the half-way mark: the vivacious arpeggio puts me in mind of Nirvana's version of The Man Who Sold the World. The song's title is uttered with intent and unquenched determination: designed to lodge in your head for the rest of time, it is a coda that our hero lives and dies by. The first signs of bubbling aggression surface towards the two-thirds mark: the voice starts to roar a little; the addictive mantra is reinstilled (with a slight kick) as its hypnotizing repetition gets under your skin- you cannot help but be sucked into the track. Employing few words- building its life around the song's title- it is an effective and memorable opening salvo: a song that has plenty of anthemic lust and myriads of passion- I'm Your Man is a scintillating beginning. Boasting the E.P.'s most provocative and eye-catching title, Ted, What's The Porn Like In Heaven makes you smile from the off. Unlike its predecessor, here the atmosphere begins hard and heavy: religion, overt anger and faith are all examined early on. Assessing the central figure, he is hiding behind his Christian hole: our frontman seems indignant to the naivety and piousness. Later on it seems that we got it all wrong: he is "just a passionate guy" all along. Few bands present such original and vivid scenes: faith and truth have been examined before, but few in the last ten years or so. Whereas Soundgarden's Jesus Christ Pose looked at the so-called M.T.V. 'gods'- and their arrogance and pointlessness- here the finger is pointed on a particular man: the vocal prowess is no less enthralling and incensed. Our frontman lets his vocal stretch and scream: allowing the full force of his thoughts to make their mark, it is a blood-curdling and enraptured performance- the band back it phenomenally. Lacing in scorpion guitars, punching bass and multi-limbed percussive smash, few cannot ignore the track. As our hero asks the anti-hero not "to make Jesus cry", your mind swims in possibilities and scenarios: the central comes across as a rather odd and disheveled figure; someone living life behind a smokescreen- and destined to reap its revenge. When the chorus comes in, the words are belting; there is a pause... our frontman strikes again- backed by female backing (once more), it adds a dimension of passion and conviction. With his friend Ted watching porn, the band swirl a maelstrom of anxiety and anger: the guitar mutates into something evolved and snarling; the bass and percussion batter and pervade- our hero's voice seems near breaking-point as the chorus completes. If you thought I'm Your Man inspired a catchy chorus, then Ted' goes one step further: with its persistent and full-voiced chanting, it is a song that will be a live favourite in next to no time. Between the eye-watering and humorous verses, the band make sure the atmosphere is kept alive and persevering. Lustful solos, masculine drum thuds and driving bass notes make the song grow bigger and more ominous- both increasing its memorability and sense of drama. Rumbling bass notes beckon in Cherry Pie: a forceful gravity pull, the sense of darkness and imminent explosion is here- within a few seconds it happens. The guitar sounds almost robot-like. Not since Jonny Greenwood's work on OK Computer has such an inventive and inhuman sound being elicited. Josh Homme employed a similar desire throughout Queens of the Stone Age's Era Vulgaris: there is a wonderful fusing of both works that stands you to attention. Whatever you think Cherry Pie refers to is suspended at once: the intro. sound turns into a frantic and rifled assault on the senses- never too heavy, it ensures just the right amount of potency and urgency emanates from the strings. "You burn his tears/Your eyes are misery" are the first words provided: not only providing a stark image, but breaking away from previous numbers. So far, humour and religion (with pornographic overtones) have sat alongside inspired and desired love: here things get more venomous and impersonal. Turning the tables on the song's heroine, her mouth is full of nonsense; the real truth exposed: when eviscerating and condemning the subject, the vocals attack- our frontman's demented screech practically punches through the speaker; the backing vocal adds additional venom and support. Offering comparative calm, a buzzing and cosmic guitar parable is presented: stinging and hazy, it is a perfect punctuation- and leads to what is to follow. When our frontman sings the lines "Your mouth is open/Not in the usual way", you hear a sly wink: the same sort of sexuality and seediness (that was evident in the previous number) is rearing its head. Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself- and reading too much into it- but the anti-heroine seems to have hit a nerve: whether based on a figure in the band's life (or someone fictional) you cannot ignore the conviction. Mixing conglomerate elements of Nevermind-era Nirvana, our frontman melts Stay Away/Territorial Pissing's strength and demonic lust; Something in the Way's 'yeah's; Drain You's pace and style- topped off with plenty of Yorkshire pride and unique force. Loathed to soften and demure, the song never lets up: fascinating and wailing guitar lines commingle with pulsating Grunge oeuvres- soon that intent and enforced vocal comes back in. As she is "as easy as can be" the sense of (almost evaporated) innocence is finally gone- leaving you exhausted and sweating. Nervous has been getting a good deal of press- it is one of the band's previous singles- and with good reason. Chest-beating firecracker whips the initial storm: determined and fists-of-stone percussion underscores a psychedelic guitar riff pulled right from the pages of How to Kick Ass In No Time At All. Audible nervousness and cracks come through in the vocals (intentionally so) to score the story of an anxious love story. Our hero can only say things on paper: under the spell of his desired girl, he does everything she asks- just to be with her. Trepidation and procrastination represents itself in a soft and gentle vocal. Just like Cobain in About a Girl; Francis in La La Love You, the sense of desire shines: when asking (his girl) "Do you love me...too?", there is almost a sense of resignation and knowing. As the song progresses it seems that it will not be: a coda of "And I'll never..." is reintroduced (almost as self-flagellation)- our hero hasn't the nerve to step up and say what's on his mind. Keeping his ear to the ground, it seems that he can't take no for an answer- there may be hope in his heart. That sentiment is short-lived, as our frontman claims that this is the worst thing he has done; the thing that "will kill us"- seeds have been planted for a Venus flytrap. A sense of mystique and mystery remains as the full details are not disseminated: all that is left is that resigned and defeated outpouring. Sunset Yellow begins with a soothing and blissed-out guitar. Our hero's voice is less fraught than before and afforded the chance to reflect and conspire. Speaking of a particular love, she is someone who fills him with "sunset yellow"- which is causing relaxation and contentment in his soul. When speaking "Could be original/Could be the best", it is claimed 2013 would be "heaven-sent." Whether our frontman is referencing the music past of Allusondrugs- or surmising his personal highs and lows- you hear a real sense of conviction. Determined to get his message across, an emotive guitar coda beautifully backs the mood: the percussion and bass offer a sense of passion and haziness. There may be twin meanings to the words: at first I assumed a romantic partner was being ascribed; future lines get me thinking that music is on our man's mind. Whatever happens with his art- whether he is the best or most original- it fills him with necessary joy and purpose. Keeping ahead of our time- by starting in the middle- the composition swells and evolves: the guitars more widescreen and emphatic; the percussion more lustful and determined- the entire band ramp up the sense of majesty and potency. By the final stages, you are rooting for our frontman- determined for him to keep going and not back down. The curiously-titled Thingio completes the E.P. Determined to be no latchkey child or afterthought, it begins life with determined grit. A fuzzy and captivating riff burrow into your skull: part-Funk, part-Psychedelia, it kicks, jams and grooves- backed by pattering percussion. You cannot help but picture some sort of monster waking and growing: the composition mutates and develops; the guitar changes conjecture and semblance- the energy picks up and the sense of adventure begins. Packing quite a concrete punch, it is a song that speaks to the primal core of the heart: quite a fitting final, then. Our hero's voice is firm and reasoned; testifying that "You can argue with his mouth of reason", the force and conviction comes into its own- oblique and unsettled, you try to piece together what is being referenced. Maybe the detached and non-specific song title draws you away from anything particular- something "new" (that "moves me") is being assessed and examined. Sprinkling in off-kilter and killer riffs- together with earthquake percussion- the song once more goes on the hunt: an additional (wailing) guitar line is offered up- starting what is one of the most fascinating moments on the disc. Distorted and enfevered guitar wails hold and campaign: distant vocals linger in the background as the monster grows ever more. Quite an anthmeic and staggering conclusion to an E.P.- with its fair share of mesmeric moments.

What can I say about the Yorkshire lads? There has been a lot of high-profile praise levied their way- it is really not hard to see why. Few acts present an E.P. so varied, fascinating and memorable. The band do not simply stick with one style or sound: the six songs on the disc are cemented by their sense of personality and individuality. Hard and brutal moments do not outweigh proceedings; soft and tender ones balance things out- there is a perfect weight distribution that makes the E.P. so compelling and universal. Fans of Grunge and Heavy-Rock will love everything in Allusondrugs: those that are not huge supporters will find much to enjoy in tracks like I'm Your Man and Nervous. Production values gear themselves towards the importance of atmosphere: everything has a live feeling to it and ensures that the songs are as direct and raw as is possible. This normally means that elements and lines get sucked into the mix: on the E.P. you can hear everything concisely and are provided a complete and full listening experience. I shall pass around some commendation (before I conclude): the songs themselves are steeped in personal insight, humour, passion and band folklore- the blend of urgent romance and accusatory rage provides shades of light and dark. The lyrics are uniformly memorable: they do not succumb to cliché or predictability; instead show the hallmarks of a band with a unique voice. On that front, the sounds on offer are very much their own: there are hints of Nirvana, Pixies (Alice in Chains to an extent) in some numbers, yet they are building blocks: the guys simply reference rather than reinterpret. Updating Grunge's glory moments- combining it with various other geners- an accomplished and nuanced E.P. is offered. The compositions are ever-changing and unpredictable; never losing momentum, they are designed to keep you on the edge of your seat- which they do with ease. Few would argue that the Yorkshire band deserve attention: Allusondrugs is a brilliant and mesmeric E.P. from five very talented chaps. The E.P. is perfect for anyone that wants to lose themselves in music: be wrapped up in something singularly urgent and insistent; awed by the genuine romance and passion that comes into things- discover a new band with a wonderful sound.

I am probably one of the lesser-most sources to pay tribute to the band. Given the fact that the giants of music media have already provided their insight and patronage, I feel like Christopher Columbus- discovering America long after others had found and inhabited it. That said, I am very glad that I have: being a fan of music that provides memorability, lustful glory and epic grandeur, the Yorkshire five-piece are in danger of becoming one of my favourite new bands. Beats me what it is about Yorkshire- that makes the music so phenomenal- as I have tried to explain it before: there is just something up there that is encouraging and fostering eager new musicians. Away from the glare and spotlight of London (Manchester and Liverpool too), the northern county has an environment that is conducive to music wonder: the best and most fertile sounds are up here, let me tell you! Allusondrugs are not merely another Yorkshire band: they are perhaps one of the most spectacular and urgent groups the country has to offer. Being a fan of '80s-'90s Grunge (Soundgarden, Nirvana, Alice in Chains) and current Desert/Hard-Rock, some familiar jewels can be mined- don't let that enforce your expectations. Allusondrugs simple nod to their heroes and icons- they are not the sum total of their parts. If you want gentler and more subtle vocals, then you will find much to enjoy. If you want to sway with delirious abandon in a sweat-filled moshpit- the band have just the sounds for you. Whether you want something more cerebral- cross-pollination and developed sounds- then the boys have plenty of that: capable of teasing Jazz elements into Space-Rock overtures, they are masters of surprise. For me, it is the band's conviction and range that speaks to me. You can tell just how much music means to them: they have spent a lot of time honing and perfecting their sounds; developing their inner voice to ensure their music not only seduces as many as possible- also separating themselves from everyone out there. I do worry when it comes to band such as Royal Blood: they have an avalanche sound that has been capturing festivals crowds over the last couple of months. In order to ensure longevity and repeated adoration, you have to broaden your sounds- keep them mobile and surprising so that you have plenty of creative ammunition. Allusondrugs have side-stepped this potential banana skin: their embryonic stylings are as assured, drunkening and thought-provoking as any other group- a facet that will see them having a fruitful career. Their self-titled E.P. is a mixed bag of styles, sounds, thoughts and insights- the only thing that is not mixed is the quality. Cranking the barometer up to 11, the five-piece have crammed as much sex appeal, power, sensitivity, multifariousness and riffage into six corking songs- no two songs sound alike and each never outstays its welcome. The band is as tight and intuitive as any I have heard, and utilise this wonderfully- each note and lyric is authoritative and compelling. In many reviews I have raised two different points: the nature of narrow focus and festival potential. Too many people stick with the genres and music they think they like: sticking within rigid confines, few aren't eager when it comes to expanding their tastes- missing out on a wealth of terrific music. If you have no knowledge of Grunge, Psychedelia and Hard-Rock then you should give the band a try: they have enough in their arsenal to inflame the most ingenue of minds. The band connect hardest with those that want their music deeper and more enriching: sounds that are jam-packed with every emotion and direction possible. Finally, I shall mention one thing: the festival scene and bands that deserve to be there. Allusondrugs' enthralling and soul-lifting songs are likely to see their way to the Leeds Festival- it wouldn't be a long trip for them! Lesser bands have rocked the annual festival- to that end the quintet have quite a future ahead. International climbs and venues will come calling; this county's most prestigious organisers will be desperate to have the boys come play for them. For now, I shall not get too ahead of myself: Allusondrugs are still starting out; their self-titled E.P. is a staggering collection. Too little of today's music keeps you on your toes and digs down deep: stuns you with its sense of confidence and brilliance. Sit back, enjoy the show and prime your brain (for something rather special). That passion and flair; the undeniable ability to overwhelm...

ALL of us need that once in a while.

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Album Review: The Bedroom Hour- Hinterland

ALBUM REVIEW:

The Bedroom Hour

 

Hinterland

9.5/10.0

 

Hinterland is available from 14th July via:

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/hinterland/id891780373

TRACK LIST:

Ocean- 9.5

Sea Without Water- 9.6

Nocturnal- 9.5

Heart Will Haunt- 9.6

Broken- 9.5

Sapphires- 9.4

Ghost of a Smile- 9.6

Ww/Me- 9.7

I See Suns- 9.5

Hinterland- 9.6

A Map Made from My Bones- 9.5

STAND OUT TRACK:

Ww/Me

DOWNLOAD:

Sea Without Water, Heart Will Haunt, Ghost of a Smile, Ww/Me, Hinterland

GENRES:

Rock, Alternative, Indie

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Previews of the album's tracks can be accessed via:

https://soundcloud.com/thebedroomhour

The album will be launched on 12th July at 10pm:

Night and Day Cafe, 26 Oldham Street, Manchester, M1 IJN

(The band will be available for drinks and a chat from 8pm)

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The Bedroom Hour have campaigned hard (to get their album made). With the backing of fans- plus a host of fresh creative inspiration- the Uxbridge five-piece present the stunning Hinterland: an album that marks them out as one of the most promising and essential bands in all of new music

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'FAMILIARITY' is a word that has several different meanings...

In life, it can breed contempt; in relationships it can create comfort- in music, it has double-meaning. The word can be applied to a lot of modern-day musicians: those that play music that is essentially the same as anything else out there. As an axiom to explain a sense of disenchantment (among music-lovers) it can cause mass shoulder shrugging- the amount of carbon copies and aimless nobodies. The word can also have another- and much more positive- meaning: bands and acts that keep putting out music and staying in your consciousness. A synonym for prolificacy- that which is conducive to high creativity- familiarity can be a very good thing- if a musician sticks around then they must be doing something right? To a large extent this is true, yet there are plenty of acts that obtain longevity due to unsavoury market forces and a meaningless sense of popularity. New musicians- who stick around and keep releasing material- do so because the public embrace what they are offering: my featured act are one of the most inspired and hard-working bands on the current scene. Here is a band that I have reviewed before- in fact a few times- and always come away from the experience with something new. On my last outing, I assessed their track, No Keys. That particular song was made available to anyone that donated to their Pledge Music campaign: the boys have been raising funds to put Hinterland together- due to the massive support that has come in, they hit their target figure. Not merely a B-side or studio 'outtake', the track was filled with stunning emotion, incredible moments and plenty of (stirring) anthemic vocals- hallmarks I have come to expect from the band. Before I investigate them in more detail, let me introduce the five-piece to you:

Stuart Drummond- Lead Vocals

Rob Payne- Guitars and Backing Vocals

Mark Dudley- Keyboard

Andy Copper- Bass

Lewis Cosham- Drums

"Described by BBC Introducing's Gary Crowley as 'epic, big sounding, widescreen pop-rock', the bedroom hour are a unique blend of psychedelic soaring guitars, ethereal synths, haunting melodies and original emotive lyrics."

The Uxbridge quintet have had a jam-packed and busy last year: their music gradient has increased and their output and trajectory has climbed high- bringing us to the here and now.  I know how much it means to The Bedroom Hour: they have worked tireless making sure the L.P. is as strong and memorable as possible. With interests such as "Writing, Recording, Mixing, Festivals, Live Music, Unsigned bands, Rock'n'Roll, a few glasses of rum!", our heroes have intentions to take the album on the road: play to as many new crowds as they can; across new towns and locations. In addition to launching the album in Manchester (at Night and Day Cafe on July 12th), the boys will be travelling across the U.K.- playing new tracks and their older material. When we think of new music- and try to select the best that it has on display- it can be a tricky task: finding bands (and artists) that not only will be around for years to come- but have an exquisite sound- gets more difficult by the year. Too many short-term artists come (and subsequently disappear): our endeavouring five-piece are already making heady strides towards the realm of the mainstream: their sounds are ready-made for festivals and the airwaves; their output is uniformly excellent- here is a group you can hang your hat on and guarantee will not let you down. Being familiar with their past cuts, I am confident in saying that their current material is the strongest they have ever produced: the band are enjoying the business of music-making more than ever- inspired and propelled by the support from their fans, the sense of confidence and freedom runs rife throughout Hinterland.

Having assessed the guys on three separate outings, I can see a clear development (from their early days). Back in 2013, I reviewed Submarine and Slow Motion Cinema. Being some of the group's earliest material, there was a definite sense of eagerness and ambition that shone through- right from the very first moments. Both tracks presented different sides: the former looked at issues such as sinking, hopeless; redemptive longing and staying afloat- the song mutated and shifted design as it progressed. Possessed of vivid and deep lyrics, the song gets into your head and make you think. Incorporating influences of Kid A-era Radiohead and Elbow, the track had its fair share of pride, glory, atmosphere and intrigue- the guys took a lot of care to craft the song. Mixing metaphors of water and sinking; being aloof and trapped- the sense of dread and need to escape was evident. The latter looked at the loss of love: the hero implores and campaigns to his love "What would I do without you?" Slow-motion images and scenes are played back: heartache and longing are examined, backed by an emotive compositional coda. Both tracks look at darker and more subjugating issues- there is plenty of redemption and hope, yet the themes explore anxious and unctuous avenues. No Keys developed the band's sound: looking at existential issues and the loss of someone dear, the song deals with eulogy, questioning and letting go- similar themes are explored (with regards their past) yet the overall sound is more confident and full. Over the course of a year, The Bedroom Hour not only grew in stature and potency, yet employed new influences and direction. Whilst their early singles saw the embers of Doves, Joy Division and Elbow shine through; on No Keys, the boys seem more comfortable in their own skin: they introduce touches of their idols, yet come across as more empowered, unique and original. Hinterland takes this paradigm a step further: the album harks back to their early days whilst offering the listener new sounds and subjects- they introduce more positivity and upbeat ideals (broadening their sonic palette into the mix). The L.P. shows another leap of confidence: the five-piece sound more assured and meaningful than ever; their songs are bolder and fuller- they have searched their creative minds and struck gold. Whereas the quality was always there- from their first track- The Bedroom Hour bring more variation and diversity into their music: the compositions seem more layered and nuanced; the lyrics more striking and multifarious- the vocals stronger and more determined. For those that are familiar with the band: you will see and hear a definite progression and sense of confidence; for those new and fledgling: the sound of a band at the peak of their powers shines through.

It is true that The Bedroom Hour have mastered their own particular sound and make-up: there are touches and suggestions of other musicians that appear in their music. Doves and Elbow's Indie/Alternative-Rock sounds can be heard in some of Hinterland's tracks. When the bands (Elbow and Doves) are at their most emphatic and awe-struck, that is when the greatest effect is created. The Bedroom Hour incorporate elements of Cast of Thousands/Leaders of the Free World-era Elbow with Doves- their The Last Broadcast work sprigs to mind. Our five-piece have some melancholy and heavy-hearted thoughts, yet are able to present them in an uplifting and enchanting way. The quintet is able to summon up a world of sounds and layers to ensure that their songs never drag you down; instead lift you up and inspire sing along moments. Drummond manages to instill a little of Jimi Goodwin's (lead singer of Doves) plaintive and impressive croon: that same strength and quality comes through in The Bedroom Hour's music. When Payne backs up vocals, you can detect the anthemic and euphoric parabond crystallised. Pink Floyd and Joy Division also rank as influences (of the band). In the same was Pink Floyd were synonymous with their atmospheric and staggering soundscapes, The Bedroom Hour are adept at weaving elements and musical strands together- to create a full-bodied and hypnotic sound. Employing electronics, keys, strings, synths. and samples; the quintet marry '70s Psychedelia and Prog.-Rock with modern-day experimentation: not only marking them out from their contemporaries, but keeping their songs mobile, interchangeable and fresh. If you are a fan of Ian Curtis's demanding and urgent voice, you will enjoy Hinterland: there are suggestions of the late great across the eleven tracks- proceedings are never too heavy; Drummond has similar chocolate and velvet rich tones. There are not too many other influences I can point to; the band have a great modern sound- they are a fan of fellow acts Crystal Seagulls and The Darlingtons. Like these acts, The Bedroom Hour are able to inspire and delight crowds into a dance-crazy frenzy- capable of making them reflect on life and love. Our five-piece only sparingly incorporate obvious influences into their music: the abiding sensation is of a band that are vibrant and authoritative- possessed of a unique and special voice. For anyone that likes their music alive and energised; romantic and intelligent; uplifting and varied: you need to check out The Bedroom Hour.

Ocean perfectly opens up Hinterland: starting with far-off and building electronics, the atmosphere echoes and beckons- sensing that a distant ship is moored at sea, the combinations of '80s synths and moody and evocative sonics instantly intrigue. The listener strains their ear and searches for our frontman: the wash and soothing audio mantra compels and spikes the imagination- before long, a distant coo presents itself. The vocal is background and aching: an elongated and pained cry calls out from the ocean- whether an S.O.S. or a Siren's song; you can sense some a mixture of beauty and pain. Backed by a swirling and scenic composition, you become enveloped and immersed in Ocean- its call-across-the-waters mandate is a gorgeous and eerie opening gambit and unexpected treat. Most bands would open an album heavy and urgent: include as much force and directness as they can- thinking that the listener may wander off if they do not do so. The Bedroom Hour have an authority and conviction that makes Ocean such an appropriate opener: displaying their talent for composition- both musical and emotional- the combination of throbbing electronics (and sprinkling, rushing elements) act as perfect metaphors for the oceanic view. Some of Kid A Radiohead can seen in the track: that same ethereal and ghost-in-the-machine vocal that Yorke cemented shows some influence here. It is a tender and emotive number that leaves instant impressions: by combining '80s, '90s and modern-day influences- with their own individual voice- the band ensure that the mood is set right from the off. Whereas Ocean dealt with the expanse of water; the lure and loneliness of the sea, Hinterland's sophomore track looks as Sea Without Water. Following a brief magisterial rise, the track suddenly bursts into life- a juxtaposition to the opening, here the mood bursts, explodes and delights. A cheeky electronic kick gives the song a swagger and sense of purpose; the persistent and determined percussion gives it a strong backbone- bass and guitar provide a pulsating and measured heartbeat. Our frontman approaches the microphone- with a slight burden afoot. Allowing his voice to lengthen and emote, early words promise fractious emotion ("I have cried myself dry")- all is not well with our hero. Stating it is no wonder he is dying inside, the strains and realities of life are taking their toll- whether assessing a falling relationship (or other strains), you can sense the conviction of emotions. The rudderless lead seems aghast and motionless; stating "I'm sailing with no tide", the semi-operatic delivery that comes through is rife with pained emotion- blind in the sea, he is desirous of direction and support. With an effective and forceful composition- the electronics sway and rise like waves; the band inject passion and drive a-plenty- you get sucked into a tableau of disconnection and introspection. After an exhaustive outpouring, the boys combines to provide ballast: an impassioned and catchy (strange but true) parable breaks the tension- backing vocals are spectral and beautiful. Boasting a huge and animalistic vocal performance, our frontman roars and lets his lungs belt: not only making the track that much more emotional, but stirring the soul at the same time. The swirling and dark-toned guitar line that opens Nocturnal puts me in mind of early-Joy Division: twanging and arpeggio strings melt and conspire- before springing into life and flying into the atmosphere. The way the composition flourishes and grows- with upbeat and elliptical heartbeat- builds up the fascination. When our hero steps up, we are looking at a central figure: explaining that it doesn't matter what has happened; it cannot be changed. Singing of jealousy and fragmented love; our frontman sleeps through the day and is saddened: unable to picture his love with anyone else, it is tearing him up inside. An impressive and atmospheric rush backs up the urgent and emotive vocal- there are stadium-sized anthemics at work here. Gorgeous and flowing guitar notes twiddle and race: seamlessly representing our frontman's pulsating thoughts, they whip up a sense of daze and delirium. Whoever is on our hero's mind, it is causing heartache and strain- pulverising and punchy percussion emphasises this towards the song's end. It is perhaps the intent and sleep-deprived chorus that stays in the mind (longest): delivered with a sense of regret, you can picture our frontman awake at night- wondering what could have been, and where things went wrong. A ticking and thudding heartbeat opens Heart Will Haunt. Less emphatic- in the early stages- than previous numbers, it allows the mood to settle and relax. When the words are delivered, they are done so with consideration: the lines are projected with weight and (slowed) pace- ensuring that the meanings and sentiments get inside your thoughts. The heroine is letting silence take over her: our man seems fed up and at breaking-point. The vocal is once again operatic and stirring: he is thinking of the girl, but it seems that no good can come from it. Having put a hex on our hero, his sweetheart "still haunts me": her green-eyed beauty lingers in his brain. The band keep the composition potent but understated- during the verses- the vocal is given a chance to shine through and pervade- during the chorus extra weight is lended but it does not encroach on the foreground. Heart Will Haunt never lets its sights slip: the sensations and memories that flood back are doing their damage and leaving him hollow. The entire performance here is tight and considerate: each musical element adds to the beauty and potency of the track- there is no needless energy or noise; everything is detailed and perfectly deployed. Grumbling and rumbling bass gives Broken a shadowy and crepuscular beginning: punctuated by wailing string, a galloping (but light) percussive beat builds up the sense of danger and bloodlust. The affected frontman is being taunted and affected by words; feeling the strain he wonders when his brittle bones will "crumble beneath me": it seems that too much hostility and anger has been shot his way; he cannot take any more. Proceedings are kept compulsive by the band combination: the vocal is not heavy or foreboding- it is passionate and strong- tantalising and picturesque guitars summon up a myriad of images; the bass ensures that they reflect our hero's deepest feelings. The chorus allows the frontman to strike and rebel: belting the words emphatically, the wolf has been scarred and is fighting for his life. Embers of Bruce Springsteen and Guy Garvey come through when the emotions become too much: whilst repeating "I'm broken", the most powerful moments are elicited. By the time the song comes to its end, you wonder how our frontman will fare- it seems that he is trying to keep going but is fighting the war alone. Sapphires picks things right back up: the composition is temporized and measured; the vocal calmed- in the opening exchanges- and words more redemptive. Our frontman knows that sub-zero temperatures could never freeze the air his sweetheart gives: the breath she provides can withstand the steeliest of weathers. Images of single sapphires, romantic dance and longing are all painted: whoever his desired love is, it has caused enraptured, spellbound paen- with another powerful vocal, it appears that the anxieties (that lingered in previous numbers) are starting to wane. A rousing and stately composition adds flames to the fire: as our hero is lost in his thoughts, the band ensure that the track's tender images are given incredible resonance and consideration. Capable of inspiring hundred of gig-goers (to get their hands swaying in the air), the sheer conviction of the vocal makes the song a charming and romantic air: not only acting as a welcome emotional respite, but showcasing another side to the band. Wasting no time for lay-in, a powerful and grand piano roll introduces Ghost of a Smile. A god is being offered (that our hero) will never see: self-doubt and introspective topics are being investigated. Not knowing who he is, our frontman can see so much resentment "inside my own reflection": it appears that some examination and answers are required. As the powerful and passionate vocal looks inwards, the composition pushes outwards- perhaps the most accomplished one to this point. Jazzy and catchy strings play the one moment; insatiable keys the next: the range of sounds and moods is incredible. While biblical inspiration is being offered forth, it seems that the answers- to the problems at hand- reside inside of our hero: too many demons linger for them to be eradicated by false messages. The band manage to stir up so many layers in the song: the composition is ever-evolving and fascinating; the vocal mutates and shifts- the lyrics are simple yet highly evocative. Possessing the same kind of flair, musicianship and quality (the best bands of today offer), Ghost of a Smile is a mid-album gem that leaves you excited for what is to come. Ww/Me comes as a big surprise: a choral and gospel-style intro. mixes celestial beauty with shimmering light- if you thought the title was intriguing, the first few moments (of the song) are even more so. Leaving the Evangelic dust behind, a stirring guitar and drum duel turns the song into something more driven and lustful: scoring a song that speaks of doubts and poor horizons, it is a tantilising beast. The vocals are suitably inflamed as all of the doubts- the stresses and the negative outlooks- are "world war me": a state of mind that will see casualties for sure. Previous songs have kept firm with a particular path, projection and pace: here there are multiple parts and changes of scenery. Following from the firm-headed and straight-ahead mentality- that was seen in the composition- the atmosphere changes: guitars wail and rattle; the percussion clatters and pervade recklessly; the bass snakes and strikes- before the chorus comes back into view. If you are going to represent internal angst and warfare in a composition, then you should hear The Bedroom Hour's interpretation: at 2:24 the guitars howl and scream in the darkness; they ramp up and expand with menace and ghostly cries- the percussion never stops cantering and pummeling. Unleashing a firestorm of sonic lust, our frontman- Drummond and Payne combine on vocals- states that it is "do or die": caught in a quagmire of regrets and doubts, he needs to take action- the mobility and rush of the composition gives the impression of our hero running towards a new life; desperate to get away from the existing one. A breezy and Pink Floyd-esque mandate opens I See Suns. Apocalyptic imagery and suns that blind "set fire to skies": the vocal is matter-of-fact yet powerful; never overwhelming, our hero remains relaxed and firm to begin. Backed by a driving and gut-punch band performance, the song never loses fascination- each member combines wonderfully to whip up a sea of emotional sound. Our frontman sees mankind slipping through the smoke of every fire made: standing atop a mountain, the message carries weight- there is no smoke without fire too. Intriguing and oblique, it appears that a general state of affairs is being examined. Spurred on by twanging and funky bass; buzzing and hornet storm electronics (topped off with belting vocals), the song gets inside of your mind- wondering just what has inspired this missive. As you get wrapped up in the atmosphere and huge rush of the song, you hope that it will not end- before you know, we are in the final moments and left to soak in the rally cry that has gone before. Whereas I See Suns sported perhaps the album's most diverse composition, the title track tries to top it. Starting faded down- with our frontman's voice distant- the volume builds and builds. Swelling electronics and clattering percussion beautifully combine to score a tale with a foreboding message: we all take from the sea, and one day we shall return here. Whether referring to the state of the climate/world- or something less potent- you cannot deny the sense of purpose and meaning: in-between these events, we all need someone to love. Being the shortest track on the album (it clocks in at 1:18), everything is dealt with quickly and succinctly; the core belief is thus: every person longs and needs love. It is impressive just how effective the sprite track is: building up so much emotion and grandeur, it hits you instantly and leaves you wanting more- as has become synonymous with the songs on the album. Keen to quell your thirst, A Map Made from My Bones ends Hinterland. Once more, we are treated to a hymnal and ethereal intro. Less emphatic and stated as on Ww/Me; nether-the-less it perfectly opens the song. After a modicum of refrain, the song bursts and bursts: a pulsating and awe-struck sonic rises; the energy flourishes suddenly- our frontman has some choice words. His love breaks easily it seems: fragile and frail, she seems to shatter at the slightest provocation- dumbstruck and alone, she is in a place she does not know. With a typically defiant and urgent vocal, the song's suggestions inspire vivid thoughts. Whether referencing an ex-love (or a friend), our frontman advises "Don't be so afraid": compelling her to keep going, he will provide a map from his bones. Earlier numbers have looked at loneliness and recrimination, yet it seems that the album will end with something redemptive: the crystal-boned heroine looked like she will smash into pieces; our frontman offers some form of helping hand- his words are hot-bloodied and filled with emotion. A fitting swan song, A Map Made from My Bones provides axiomatic 'Bedroom Hour components: an emphatic and dizzying composition; a huge and powerful vocal- combined with compelling lyrics )that the listener can empathise with).

'Hinterland' roughly translates to 'an area lying beyond what is visible or known'; the lands and recesses away from the coast that few will ever witness. It is a fitting title for an album filled with treasure and far-off islands. From the opening numbers- that spoke of oceans and open waters- through to the title track's climatic messages; waters, islands and distance feature heavily. This is not just employed literally: emotional seas and depths are explored; those thoughts and feelings that are buried dark are investigated and highlighted. Hinterland is an album with a huge amount of depth, fascination and nuance: the songs are immediate and urgent; revealing new layers upon each new listen. The perfect tracklist means that the emotions and weight is well-balanced: the quality never drops and heavier moments are not packed together too tightly. This all leads to an L.P. that seems to get better as it goes on: a lot of albums lose edge towards the end (Hinterland contains some of the best material here)- it leaves you wanting more when the final songs finishes up. Before I conclude, it is worth mention the band themselves. Drummond shows himself to be one of the most impressive and powerful vocalists there is: his huge and captivating voice makes each song sound essential and filled with conviction. Whilst there are hints of Guy Garvey and others, you cannot deny Drummond has a unique set of pipes: he can run a range of emotions and colours; go from soft to overawed- few modern-day singers have such a compelling voice. Hinterland would be weaker in lesser hands: it is the conviction and sense of purpose Drummond puts forth that means you re-visit songs again and again- keen to witness the man put his heart on his sleeve. Payne's vocals add huge weight and support: it is rare to find one great singer in a band, let alone two- they remind me of Wild Beasts in that sense. When Drummond and Payne combine, some of the album's most electrifying moments are elicited: the guitar playing is phenomenal and stunning throughout- Payne is able to say so much with few notes. Seamlessly limitless, he ensures that each of the eleven tracks (on the album) are stamped with his authoritative guitar notes: bringing a sense of vitality and emotion to every track. Cooper's bass and Cosham's percussion are mighty twin pillars. The bass keeps everything in check and controlled: ensuring that the songs move forward- but do not wander off- the performances are wonderfully assured and confident. Cosham's ecstatic and potent drum work keeps the band's back strong and firm, and the duo act as guardians: they make sure order is kept and everything is disciplined- in addition to adding incredible passion and emotion throughout the album. With Dudley's keys and synths. providing excitement, headrush and strength (plus some wonderful hints of Joy Division), the entire band are tight and impressive throughout. There are no weak or lesser tracks to be discovered: each song provides something remarkable and memorable. Few musicians could create something so confident and essential (so early in their careers): The Bedroom Hour instill an immense amount of impact into each of Hinterland's eleven gems.

Having concluded three previous reviews of The Bedroom Hour, I always come to the same decision: here is a band that has a huge future ahead; that know who they- the inspiring and compelling music should be listened to and enjoyed by everyone. Today is no exception: Hinterland is testament to a group that have no intention of retreating into the shadows- the band's trajectory will see them go from strength to strength. Their previous singles (and work) impressed me hugely: the depth of sound and stunning sensations presented not only stay inside your brain, but connect with something deep down. The guys have worked tirelessly to ensure that their current L.P. is a fitting representation of their true potential- on that front, they should have no fear. Contained of no lesser tracks and moments, the album is a huge triumph from five men that are among the most impressive musicians in the U.K. The band realm is a hugely competitive and busy network; the likelihood of huge market share is slim at best- many acts fail to overcome the hurdles and limitations put in place. One of the biggest issues- when bands fail to make an impression- is the sounds on offer: few take the chance to differentiate themselves from the rest of the crowd. The fact that bands such as Crystal Seagulls are on the rise is that their music is inclusive and universal: they want everyone to listen and be enraptured by their songs. The Bedroom Hour have ensured that their future will be prosperous and assured: their music is intelligent and varied; their songs are packed with insight and fascination- you come away from listening with an inspired mind. It is clear that more music will be coming from the group (in years to come), so it is important that as many people as possible connect with them- few contemporaries have such a drive and sense of urgency and passion. I know that the guys will not rest on their laurels or take it too easy (just yet): they have gigs and promotion to complete; plenty of faces and ears to seduce- they will want to take their music as far and wide as they can. It doesn't really matter what your taste in music is: if you prefer things to be heavier or softer- if you want to find something that ticks all of the boxes, you need to investigate the band. With every step and move, they are building on what has come before: ensuing albums and E.P.s are likely to show fresh inspiration and showcase new tales and developments. For now, the Uxbridge band of brothers have unveiled something that is likely to soundtrack many people's summers: Hinterland is an album that should be blared from car stereos (as you cruise through town); accompany get-togethers and parties; seduce quiet moments- where you need to think things through. If you have not gone onto iTunes to pre-order your copy...

DO so now.

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