Playing Catch Up - New Sounds

Oh time, where the heck do you go these days? One day we're still deep in winter, shivering in rented flats and buying plane tickets for far off excursions, and suddenly you wake up in the morning and it's almost May and you're in a new room, commuting to a new office and everything is odd and new, though it only feels like an eyelid has flickered shut for a brief moment.

One thing that might have aided this sudden rush through to the future (besides big location changes in life, settling in and all the rest of it), is the sheer amount of music coming through at such a high standard, which takes a while to fully digest. In the past few months I've done a fair bit of time travelling - I've relived what it feels like to go to a gig when everyone feels young and un-ironically sings their hearts out to every lyric and it all ends in a sweaty pile of slippery floorboards and soaked-through t-shirts (The Cribs at 100 Club). There have been the Next Big Thing shows - packed into Dalston buzz bars, crammed between video cameras and photographers lining the front row as they crane their cameras to get just one. more. defining shot, when all you want to do is get a decent view and have some fun watching a band who might not return to such a small capacity again (Parquet Courts at the Shacklewell Arms). And then there is the future: down at the bottom of a small tucked-away alley, TV screens flickering in time to music, dancers you can only just catch the tips of over a crowd of tall men, lights flashing like urgent sirens, half the audience forced to listen from the street as you get the sense you're missing something spectacular as the music bends through the window outside (Vision Fortune at Protein Gallery).

There were years when it felt like there was a lot of space to fill, sounds yet to discover and audible yawns in record shops. Now, it's coming back, streaming around the globe, ideas being shared and live bands that stop you in your tracks. Patti Smith recently said, "I'm sure that each generation could say that their time was the best and the worst of times, but I think that right now we are at something different... It's a pioneering time because there's no other time in history like right now... it is a time of the people, because technology has really democratised self-expression. Instead of a handful of people making their own records or writing their own songs, everybody can write them... everyone has access". It does feel as though there is a lot to write about, to write for, to put a little part of yourself out there, no matter how scary. In the past year or so games have been upped, and it's not just about drinking beers, uploading photos and hoping for the best anymore.

To summarise this somewhat uncalled for, introspective ramble that verges on a tiring diary update, here are some recent songs that I have been enjoying, and that serve to show that there is a new wave of gripping music that seems to be unfolding constantly... (and hell, it makes the Tube commute a little brighter every morning).

Terror Bird - The Wrong Way



Vision Fortune - XIV



Hookworms - In Our Time



Theo Verney - Moving Forever
 

Parquet Courts - Stoned and Starving


More to follow soon.

Weird Menace - Beyond Belief

I wrote about Weird Menace some time ago, when they first outed the stark, subconscious roaming of the self-explanatory song, 'Demo'. It was all hazy vocals against a firm repetition, with occasional streaks of chorus lines, that wasn't yet fully formed, but hinted at what could be.

In the past year or so, the trio became a duo and then a trio once again, and their faces were shown on this virtual domain; a single press shot showed them to be Emma Wigham, Katy Cotterell and Bob D'Mello (Merida from La La Vasquez was their original drummer). Their new song, 'Beyond Belief' is a striking and tense offering, and can be downloaded for free below.



Suplex Cassettes will release Weird Menace's debut EP on the 18th March. The 'Weird Menace EP' features 5 songs on white cassette, available with two alternate covers, and limited to 100 copies (+ each comes with an instant download code). Available at http://suplexcassettes.bigcartel.com/

There will also be a tape release party at Power Lunches on 14th March.

Edible Arrangements - Edible Arrangements Tape

Though I still haven't caught Edible Arrangements in the flesh, their organ-doomed pop has been slowly creeping up on live bills in London, Brighton and around the UK. They have now put their unnerving songs to tape, so that winter hermits like myself can finally get a taste.

Their spidery compositions come fixed with an eerie tension, and despite excellent titles like 'Catholic Quilt', 'Second Hand Shit That You Live In' and 'Witch Fingers' and their self-coined naming of 'Broom and Gloom', there isn't a trace of kitsch or twee at play here, but merely a sense of building unease. Certain moments remind me of The Shaggs, as though Dot, Helen and Betty had mastered their instruments, broken free of their father and all shared an unhealthy fascination with b-movies. If you're in Brighton on 15th March, be sure to head to the Molly Nilsson gig early to catch their set.

Stream the 'Edible Arrangements Tape' in full...

Order the cassette at Comfortable on a Tightrope.

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Primitive Parts - Another Day

Last week, Primitive Parts performed at Upset The Rhythm's Raymond Pettibon film screening night at SPACE gallery, and the setting couldn't have been better - with no stage, the trio took over a corner of the room, backed by a large stack of TV's looping the bright frames of an undisclosed movie, guitars held high, soft-shoe shuffling their way through a set of unperturbed brilliance.

With Kev and Robin also 2/3rds of Male Bonding and Lindsay splitting time with Sauna Youth, this new venture leaves behind their renowned pulse-racing immediacy and wanders a more languid and considered path. Listen to 'Another Night' here...

They play the Victoria in Dalston on 8th March with The Homosexuals.
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Just Handshakes - London Bound

I spent my University years in Cornwall, studying next to the beach, going for long walks on the cliffs, avoiding reggae (where possible), being awoken by seagulls every day and going to the kinds of house parties that would require clearing three whole days beforehand just to work on the fancy dress costume. I loved it, felt closed in by it, had some wonderful and some terrible times there, and never regretted the three years that saw me living in multicoloured houses and eat more beach bbq's than other forms of hot meals. But being so far away from everything and everyone certainly had it's downfalls, and I'd long for the rare weekends when I could jump on a train back to civilisation.

In my final year, thanks to some MySpace browsing I can across Twee As Fuck, a club night in London that opened my eyes to indie pop. Bands like The Pastels, Comet Gain, Shop Assistants, The Field Mice, Talulah Gosh and Dolly Mixture filled my record collection, all whispered vocals, tatty pop melodies and a fey sweetness that grunge, punk and other teenage favourites hadn't quite delivered. It's funny to think about it now, but those visits to London to Twee As Fuck gigs were like pilgrimages; I'd drag along a friend, and we'd sit quietly at the back in a room full of then strangers, sipping beers and soaking it all in, feeling as though we'd stumbled on something very special.

After moving to Brighton a year or so later, I realised that this wasn't the niche scene I'd presumed; it was everywhere, and I wasn't alone in my starry-eyed fangirl appreciation. There were Indie Pop Sundays, dance nights and zine fairs that all catered to this certain kind of music geek, and I continued to delve into the Peel sessions and 7 inches of the glory days.

Although there is by no means any kind of indie pop drought, it's been a while since I found a new band to fall for (not since Veronica Falls' first shared 'Beachy Head', anyway) but Just Handshakes stirred up those old memories of time spent on trains journeying to the big city. With the very apt title of 'London Bound', the Leeds' band's new single is a four and a half minute pop gem, with racing drums and intertwining guitar melodies that you can almost picture as being delivered by a cardigan-wearing Johnny Marr convert, echoing out under building synths and high reaching vocals, that pay tribute to bands past whilst keeping eyes fixed squarely on the here and now.

Having penned a deal with Bleeding Gold Records, Just Handshakes are giving away their new single for free, and I highly recommend you snap it up before the downloads reach their limit! A new album is also set to follow later in the year, so stay in touch...

https://www.facebook.com/justhandshakes

Mazes - Skulking

With frames that chop with acute precision, the new Mazes' visuals for 'Skulking' bring an even more hypnotic quality to the song's already tightly wound structure. Their new album, Ores and Minerals is out in a few weeks' on FatCat Records, and is already gunning for the top spot as my Album of the Year (yes, really). Go get lost --

MAZES- SKULKING from Conan Roberts on Vimeo.

http://mazesmazesmazes.tumblr.com/

The Growlers - One Million Lovers

Though their name has popped up on a few feeds recently, my knowledge of The Growlers' has been pretty limited - but all that is about to change. They've won me over with their far-out
slacker psych sounds, and are the much-needed winter warmer to what's been a pretty grim British January. Formed in Long Beach, California, way back in 2006, The Growlers blend surfing and experimentation, both in music and lifestyle. Now, with several moon cycles and a couple of hundred tunes behind them, Hung At Heart marks their latest release.

Having only occasionally tripped it across the ocean, it might come as a surprise to find out that this is The Growlers' third full record, and despite initial dabblings with high-profile producers it's as homegrown as they come, recorded by the band with no outsider input, in Costa Mesa.

After all sharing a warehouse right by Newport Beach, surfing, putting on bands and throwing parties, their shambolic sound and extravagant showmanship naturally took shape. These are warped pop songs; an occasionally unsettling circus of psychedelia, surf-rock and hints of country, fed with cryptic lyrics.

Check out 'One Million Lovers', taken from Hung At Heart --
 

Hung At Heart is released on 25th March via FatCat Records & the band are coming to the UK in April! By all accounts, things are gonna get freaky...

24th April - Shacklewell Arms, London, UK *just added*
25th April - Shacklewell Arms, London, UK
26th April - Green Door Store, Brighton, UK

http://www.thegrowlers.com/