Diagrams’ Sam Genders, former member of Tunng, returns with ‘Gentle Morning Song’, taken from Diagrams' new album ‘Chromatics’, out in the UK now.
The song’s charming, honeyed electronica lends itself to comparisons to The Shins and is probably closer to what you expected from Belle and Sebastian’s new single than the song Belle and Sebastian actually released. In the verses, Sam Genders’ distinctly accented voice sounds as if it’s running across a landscape inhabited solely by Stuart Murdoch, and, as with every offering from Diagrams, the chorus is an endless jug of joy. Its soft, lilting melodies, guitar and strong drum line are strewn with psychedelic sci-fi sounds, which, when combined, create a song that’s both spacey and grounded, like floating just above a city. The lyrics capture this in the line “Im in a safe but frightening dream again”. It ends with a fade into the sounds of a busy street and morning birds, like you’re being carefully landed back to the ground.
'Chromatics' is out now on Full Time Hobby
Words by Holly Warren. Read more of Holly’s writing here
Watch: Generationals – Reviver
Follow the example of the jovial spectators in Generationals’ speedway-centric new video and you'll find plenty to cheer in the band’s typically upbeat new release, taken from their latest album, ‘Alix’. ‘Reviver’ is a synth-led work of quirky disco-pop, whose brightly textured tones, like a squeak-free MGMT, are embellished by a reverb-steeped vocal melody sounding not unlike War On Drugs, were they taking Prozac. There’s much aesthetic joy in the technicolour promo too, encompassing desert landscapes, cheerleaders in slo-mo and the momentum of man and machine as the New Orleans duo ride off into the sunset. Good times indeed.
Alix is out now on Polyvinyl.
Words by Nick Mee
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Listen/Review: Shark Dentist – Cut Myself Shaving
Any band defining themselves by the sub-genre ‘sandwich metal’ warrant attention, and one glance at Shark Dentist’s Facebook page is enough to know theirs isn’t the vibe to accompany earnest soul-searching. The north London teens disingenuously cite their influences as Toto and Snow Patrol, but you really can’t imagine either of those MORish bores being bold enough to address the hazards of the wet-shave in song. So, for sandwich metal read nimble psych-punk fired by six-string squeals, tumbling toms, excessive use of phaser and deadpan doomy humour. ‘Cut Myself Shaving’ is three minutes and 30 of, well, razor-sharp poppy grunge, a full o’ beans salvo from this unsigned quartet who’ve hopefully started as they mean to go on.
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Watch/Review: The Acid – Ghost
At a time of year when heavy grey skies seem only to be an apparition of daylight, the spectral sonics and hazy visuals of The Acid’s latest release, taken from last year’s ‘Liminal’ LP, is fittingly austere. The video to ‘Ghost’, shot among sand-dunes, is a shimmering template of surreal focal points and balletic choreography, reflecting a sensory unease that chimes with the sparse, minimal electronica of this transatlantic production trio. Featuring a wounded vocal melody supplied by Ry Cuming, ‘Ghost’ pulses slowly, fizzing and sparking steadily over ominous leftfield downtempo, like the soundtrack to a late-night speakeasy session where Andy Stott and Darkside share sinister tales and hard spirits. The Acid’s hypnotic original has a haunting allure of its own, but two remixes (below) usher it gently towards the dancefloor and dress its skeletal frame a little brighter. Hamburg-based producer Oliver Schories injects a botoxed beat, resulting in some swollen deep-house, while London’s Maya Jane Coles turns on the trance, managing to invert the agitated strains of ‘Ghost’ into a euphoric clubland banger.
Ghost is out now
Words by Nick Mee
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Watch/Download: Allusondrugs – Am I Weird?
It’s a question that’s vexed all but the least self-aware of us at some point, its intensity frequently amplified in direct correlation to recreational substance use. Which may explain why Yorkshire quintet Allusondrugs appear to be having such a tremendous grin during their self-made promo for ‘Am I Weird?’, in which their studio forms the low-budget backdrop for absorbing hyperactivity, and there are cameos from an emu and a cat. The track’s slapstick psychedelia is fused with grunge and stoner-rock, zipping along on a recurrent wiry guitar lick and glam-rock rumble, diverting briefly to take an elegantly blissed-out break. As immediately addictive as a chocolate mephedrone bomb, ‘Am I Weird?’ is understandably an Allusondrugs live favourite; gigs in Sheffield and Liverpool before Christmas offer the chance to get hooked.
'Am I Weird?' is available as a free download here
See the band live:
Wed 17 December – Liverpool, Camp & Furnace
Fri 19 December – Sheffield, Corporation (Xmas Party)
Words by Nick Mee.
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Listen/Review: Shiners – Just Got Paid
We don’t have much to tell you about Shiners as they are about as enigmatic as they come; we suspect they are a four-piece (but don't hold us to that!) and they describe themselves as ‘Britwave', which only keeps us guessing. What we do know is that this track is something worth talking about. 'Just Got Paid' casts a strange kind of romance over paycheque-to-paycheque living, telling a brilliantly Britpop tale about sitting in a clapped-out sports car outside a leisure centre, waiting for a girl. The vocalist sounds so Damon Albarn at points, and the line: "Cos her mother worries/He’s over 30 and in a hurry" couldn't sound more Blur if it tried. Its guitar sound is straight out of the Nineties and a ska-style organ riff dances on top of the chorus. Although this one song is all we have to go by, we say bring on the Britwave!
Just Got Paid is out now
Words by Holly Warren. Read more of Holly’s work here
Watch/Review: Desperate Journalist – Control
There’s something of the Manic Street Preachers to the classic alt-rock intensity of Desperate Journalist's ‘Control’, and not just because bassist Simon Drowner is a kohl-eyed shoe-in for the tribute act. It has more to do with the full-bodied confidence of the band’s sound and the way, a la Manics, that the robust tune leans so heavily on the twin highlights of guitar and vocal. Rob Hardy’s fretboard scamperings provide an unusual contrapuntal hook to grasp the listener’s attention, and his later fiery soloing evidences a guitarist of some flair, the 12-string he wields adding welcome resonance. Jo Bevan’s voice, articulate and commanding, has range to spare as she ups the gears through stylish post-punk surges into a stirring chorus. Rounded and melodic indie-rock, this new taste of the band's self-titled debut LP, out in January, suggests that Desperate Journalist won't need to fret about filling those column inches.
'Desperate Journalist' is out on 26 January 2015 on Fierce Panda.
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Listen/Review: C Duncan – For
No easy feat, a well-placed whistle can be a boon to a tune. Think Otis Redding (naturally), Air, Peter, Bjorn & John (begrudgingly), and put Bryan bloody Ferry firmly to the back of your mind. Here’s another contender, new FatCat signing C Duncan, who purses his lips as if conducting a pleasingly mellifluous march during new single ‘For’. That’s not the only thing to recommend this soothing release, though, which touches near-Simon & Garfunkel levels of spiritual folk thanks to psalm-like rounds of perfectly enunciated vocal. The beautifully layered melody is as much evidence of this Glaswegian’s classical training as the inventively fluid progression that circles an unfussy guitar loop (evoking Paul and Art again), while its bubble-wrap rhythm track helps to place it in the present day. C Duncan’s debut album will be released next year; this taster has us licking our lips.
For is out on 24 November on FatCat.
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Listen/Review: Gypsy Hill – Caciula Pa Ureche
A riotous mash-up of almost every rootsy vibe you might encounter on a bar crawl from the Black Sea to Brixton, the debut album by South London’s Gypsy Hill has been out for a couple of months now, but it’s always worthy of a quick blast to clear the pipes. Mixing Balkan swing with Big Beat by way of strident brass, guitars, bass and rhythmic breaks both turntabled and trad, Gypsy Hill’s ‘Our Routes’ is sure to get the limbs flailing. Their punk-funk take on itinerant jazz and Eurasion folk is of similar stock to that aced by Melt Yourself Down, but Gypsy Hill’s is perhaps the more accessible collection. ‘Caciula Pa Ureche’ itself kicks in with a greasy tuba lick stalking a clatter of percussion and Eastern vocalisms, before exploding in a surge of grimy synth-bass that could blow the woofers in a pimped-up Beemer. It’s a creative piece of genre-bending by this duo, who, fleshed out by a host of instrumentalist allies, have cooked up some internationalist party grooves of the most amiable order.
Our Routes is out now.
See Gypsy Hill live:
Fri Nov 7 – Exeter Phoenix
Fri Dec 19 – London Clore Ballroom
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Watch: The Vultures – Vlad
To celebrate All Hallows' Eve, gloriously inventive London sextet The Vultures are releasing a free download of their spine-tingling new single ‘Vlad’ on October 31. A song that will raise the hairs on the back of your neck due to either its malevolence, its magnificence, or both, 'Vlad' should be a staple of every playlist this Halloween.
A beautiful composition of noirish intent, ‘Vlad’ – part-Hammer horror score, part post-punk masterclass – features a dazzling sweep of strings enveloping a resounding beat. Atop this Balkanesque blend drifts a deliciously dark vocal, evocative of Scott Walker making a blood oath with Bela Lugosi: “What’s the point of dying/when you have no soul?” runs the lament for the Impaler; enough to make you shed a tear for the ruthless Romanian prince. 'Vlad' is accompanied by a comically discomfiting video, involving a gaggle of mutant muppets hosting a cookery show for the strong of stomach. Kitchen nightmares, indeed.
The Vultures are an evenly split male/female sextet whose members descended on the capital from five countries spanning three continents. Comprising three-part vocals, cello, violin, viola, bass and drums, the band bonded over a shared belief that rock’n’roll has become stiflingly dull. The Vultures are anything but, eschewing guitars, synths and digitalism in favour of intense in-the-flesh performance. Their songs' sinister subject matter may have lured a largely gothic fanbase (as well as such luminaries as Yoko Ono), but The Vultures' soundscape is sketched from a broad palette, encompassing influences from Bjork to Blondie, Serge Gainsbourg to The Pixies, and resulting in innovative and impassioned alternative song. Set to contaminate the public consciousness in 2015, The Vultures' debut album, 'Three Mothers Part 1', will be released on Ciao Ketchup Recordings in January.
'Vlad’ will be officially released on 7" vinyl, as part of a double-A side with 'Cancer', on 8 December on Ciao Ketchup Recordings.
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Watch / Review: She Crazy - Zombacalypse Now
Disorderly, frenetic and bone rattling, She Crazy are a cacophony of the best beer-in-the-air songs and ‘did I do that last night?’ moments that any band could wish for. Like being strapped in the dentist chair with Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist from The Hives controlling your valium intake, the first single from the debut She Crazy EP is everything you wanted from the band and more. ‘Zompocalypyse Now’ has all the caustic and abrasive grit that Death From Above 1979 pride themselves on, elevated by the sort of killer chorus Rival Schools would bite your hand off for. It’s undoubtedly infectious and backed with one of the best videos I've seen this year. You can easily picture She Crazy leaving the Festival Republic tent at Reading next summer, with sweat dripping from the rafters and Tuborg soaking the crowd’s hair.
So if you’re thinking of staying in and watching The Walking Dead in your pants or taking on the world with 28 Days Later tonight, you might be better off heading down The Hope in Brighton for the best Halloween party around. Advance warning, though, there's a risk you’ll wake up feeling a little bit hairy in the morning.
Zombacalypse Now is out now
See She Crazy Live:
Fri Oct 31 – The Hope, Brighton
Fri Nov 7– The Garage, Islington
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Watch/Listen/Review: Saint Agnes – A Beautiful Day For Murder/Where The Lightning Strikes
The first glimpse that Saint Agnes let you have of their world is silver-screened, amatory and undeniably cinematic. The band's second single, ‘A Beautiful Day for Murder’, will leave you numb yet euphoric, a formula that some bands take a career to find. The single could be the perfect berceuse to a Tarantino film or Bond epic, melded by the chemistry between songwriters Jon Tufnell and Kitty Austen, who clearly have a magnetism that would leave Sonny & Cher green with envy. The brooding and sultry aura of 'A Beautiful Day For Murder' enchants you into a dreamlike state, as if you've just been anaesthetised in the dentist cart from Django Unchained. Bewitching and seductive, Saint Agnes have produced the perfect chimera for blues-rock and pysch fans alike.
Kitty exudes the chic and 'hang you from the heavens' heel-on-your-throat delivery of Alison Mosshart (The Kills, The Dead Weather) on B-side 'Where The Lightning Strikes' (watch below). It’s invigorating and inspirational enough to have been the soundtrack to Nikola Tesla's working day – embedded with a hammer and tongs riff that The Jim Jones Revue or early BRMC would be proud of. Saint Agnes will undoubtedly enrapture listeners to the extent that they’ll want a repeat prescription for 2015.
A Beautiful Day For Murder is out now on Energy Snake Records
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Listen / Review: Tied To The Mast – Humble Pie
Perhaps the finest under-the-radar rock outfit in the UK, Tied To The Mast furnish their multi-guitar attack and fervent rhythm section with a melodic versatility facilitated by a triumvirate of skilled singer-songwriters. The thrilling alt-rock results offer a taste of what may have happened had Henry Rollins left Black Flag to be replaced by Crosby, Stills and Nash (possibly without their mountainous egos and piles of coke to match, but who’s to say).
The Sussex five-piece have a knack of turning out invigorating single-certs and ‘Humble Pie’ is their latest. Beyond a fragile, vaguely ominous intro, the song rumbles into gear with a game-changing guitar clang and tumbling toms, before the chorus surges in on a spirit-rousing rush of aural adrenaline. “Do You Remember The Taste Of Humble Pie?” is the question posed atop a wash of cleansing guitar euphonics. It’s a query that will be rattling around your skull for days, and, with much in the mix to hark to such pop-flecked razor-edged heavyweights as Husker Du or QOTSA, you’ll be glad of it, too. If ‘Humble Pie’ whets the appetite, then catch Tied To The Mast live at the single’s official launch party at The Finsbury, London, on Friday 24 October, where you’ll be truly sated.
Humble Pie is out on 27 October on Professor Records.
Tied To The Mast play at The Finsbury, London N4, on Friday 24 October, with Guitars Have Ghosts, Lunar Effect and Valves.
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Watch / Review: Kormac feat. Irvine Welsh - Another Screen
Cast aside the obvious ironies of a digital producer’s luddite cry being disseminated via YouTube on hundreds of blogs, and just relish this smart tribute to non-tech, to the joys of interaction and more humanising pursuits. Irvine Welsh guests on Dublin-based DJ Kormac’s latest release from the album ‘Doorsteps’, administering a softly spoken-word rebuke to time spent staring at the sort of medium you’re staring at right now. “Don’t Give Me Another Screen”, Welsh insists, “I Don’t Need An iPad To Make Me Dream” underneath an appropriately homely picked-string loop, slowly expanding by way of a cymbal-heavy drum swing and layers of horns and vintage samples.
The video is in step with the sentiment too, as a pair of amiable protagonists find liberation in broken gear and back-to-nature. Obviously we’re not suggesting you smash up your computerised kit without any alternative means of accessing Lost In The Manor, but that doesn’t stop ‘Another Screen’ from being a witty, on-point reminder to live in the moment, a future-folk exaltation of all things flesh and blood.
Doorsteps is out now on Bodytonic Records
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Watch/Review: Deers – Castigadas en el Granero
Their fuzzed-up DIY garage-pop is the talk of every East London bar, and the NME is calling them Europe's most exciting new band. Madrid four-piece Deers are the spunky, hedonistic girl group every woman dreamed of being in back when they were a kid and 'girl power' was the mantra. Most bands who appear to explode on to the music blogosphere overnight actually turn out to have been touring and releasing tracks under the radar for years, but that isn't true for Deers. They say they uploaded two tracks on to Soundcloud one night and then started receiving emails, and it's totally clear why it happened so quickly when you listen to their songs.
Their latest release, 'Castigadas en el Granero’, from the 7" limited-edition debut ‘Barn', is a scuzzy, sugarcoated, reverbed guitar spree. The lo-fi production and accompanying video all ooze a carefree, punk attitude. In typical Deers style, the video is deliberately DIY – get ready for Powerpoint-style editing complete with star-wipe transitions as the girls perform against a spray-painted backdrop. If you wanted to drown in the bubblegum surf of Alvvays, Best Coast and Splashh, a love affair with Deers is imminent.
Barn is out on Lucky Number on 3 November
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Listen/Review: Glass Caves – Go
Glass Caves started out busking relentlessly around the cobbled streets of Yorkshire and built up a following, honing their boisterous British alt-rock on their travels. They scored a coveted spot on the BBC Introducing stage at this years Reading & Leeds Festivals, but with hooks as good as theirs, Glass Caves could have easily held their own on the Festival Republic stage.
Their debut album 'Alive' is out on 27 October and lead single 'Go' is a fiery and frenetic taster that will tear up venues across the country on tour this month. The track's fierce voluptuousness is a sound that courses through the whole album. Its fast, hard guitars and psychedelic choral falsettos underlaid with a fun electronic beat are reminiscent of Foster The People's 'Supermodel'. The single was mastered by John Davis, who did the same for Catfish and the Bottlemen and Royal Blood, bands whose debuts both rocketed up the album charts this summer, seemingly from out of nowhere, to prove that among the current trend of synth-based pop gems there’s still a place in everyone's hearts for rock’n’roll. Glass Caves’ debut has all the makings of an album that will follow suit.
Alive is out on Tri-Tone on 27 October
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Listen / Review: Pauma - Sink Or Swim
Pauma know that the finest pop songs are built on the simplest structures. It wouldn’t take a Royal Academy graduate to perfect the four-stop circular progression that forms the bedrock of ‘Sink Or Swim’, but these fellas dispatch it in a wilfully composed manner. From this locked-in phrase, cut from cavernous surf guitar and a laidback finger-clicking shimmy of a beat, rises a wounded baritone vocal, recalling such grandees of savvy Eighties croon as Ian McCulloch and Edwyn Collins. As the chorus blossoms, awash with reverb and fuzzy keys, the rather defeatist lyrical premise of “I Want To Give Up/Don’t Want To Give In” is a neat counterpoint to a stirring few bars of sound. Pauma’s silhouette-based promo photo, as spectral as the song’s outro, indicates that this London quartet wish to give off an enigmatic air prior to the release of their debut EP. But then a band that can pen stylish pop nuggets as catchy as this one don’t need to be a bunch of try-hards.
Pauma’s debut EP is out on 10 November
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Listen/Review: Demob Happy – Succubus
If there’s one band in Brighton guaranteed to host the best Great Escape after-party, as well as be a consistent burden to plasterers in the area after causing ceilings to cave in with their uproarious sets, it has to be Demob Happy.
Due to the sheer quantity of bands in the city, you have to be a cut-above to get noticed and Demob have rattled enough cages and massacred enough nights at Brighton’s Late Night Lingerie club to warrant this attention. Grotty, feral and lucid, ‘Succubus’ is the debut single to be released from Milk Parlour Records, the band’s own label, on November 17. These boys are a clan, you can tell they live out of each other’s pockets and this consequent camaraderie and brotherhood brings unmistakable cohesion to their sound and chemistry to their live set, facets that reinforce their ability to carry the same intensity in any live setting. Whether playing live out of the back of their van, at a student party or at Concorde 2, Demob Happy should not be missed.
Starting with the distinctive DH fuzz bass sound, the opening riff makes you feel uneasy but wanting more, like there’s a devil on your shoulder licking your face with its sandpaper tongue. Complemented by ‘Era Vulgaris’-era QOTSA-like guitar tones, ‘Succubus’, dissected by frontman Matt Marcantonio as being a “love-sucking demon who leaves your front door open but your mind on pause" delivers enough promise and excitement to justify Demob as being one of the most lauded new bands in NME recently.
Marcantonio wields his bass with the same vigour and demeanour that would make The Datsuns smile, and this aptitude is backed up with enough songs, in the same calibre as ‘Succubus’, that’ll make you crave their debut LP.
Succubus is a female demon or supernatural entity in folklore and is derived from the late Latin term succub which means to ‘lie under’, the polar opposite of what Demob Happy will be doing next year - they have the potential to be one the best breakthrough bands of 2015.
'Succubus' is out on Milk Parlour Records on November 17
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See Demob Happy live in October
5: Manchester, Eagle Inn
6: York, The Duchess
7: Hull, The Adelphi
8: Sheffield, Southsea Live
9: Guildford, The Boileroom
10: Maidstone, The Rafters
11: Sunderland, Independent
13: Newcastle, Think Tank
15: London, Birthdays
17: Brighton, Bleach
Listen / Review: Syd Kemp - As I Don’t Get It
'As I Don't Get It', the first track from Syd Kemp's ‘The Horror’ EP, isn't an easy one to label. It immediately strikes you as too off-kilter for a pop song, but it's too easy to listen to to be called experimental. It blurs psychedelic rock, ambient, new wave and indie rock, somehow achieving the feat of evoking both an unsettling, anxious atmosphere and euphoria. There is a seemingly endless depth to the opening, then the song’s signature synth riff kicks in; it's on edge and an instant hook. Kemp scatters his unique paranoid pop with a mix of horror sound effects. The distorted vocals bring an inherent spookiness, yet, helped by the buzzing saxophone, the whole thing sounds like a chemically induced dream.
The Horror is out now on Little League Records
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Watch / Review: Emperor Yes - Paramesse To Tannis
Driven by unrelenting synth lines and soaring vocals, Emperor Yes are truly a band who will take you to another place very far from reality, and you’ll find it tough not to dance around your bedroom alone while this is playing. Picture this: Passion Pit actually developed a more danceable groove, took a gram of mushrooms, and shot off into outer space.
From the album ‘An Island Called Earth’, single ’Paramesse to Tannis’ displays the band’s strengths well – mind-altering synth arpeggios, addictive indie-rock drumming, otherworldly lyrics and reverb-soaked vocals. Emperor Yes do a stellar job of incorporating elements of other genres, so we’re not left with a bland pile of synth-pop mashed potatoes. In the hook/chorus alone, we hear little flavours of The Flaming Lips, MGMT, Phoenix, and plenty more. The inclusion of these other influences is the keystone that will mark Emperor Yes as unique, and help them build a crossover fan base. And then there’s the rest of the album…
For fans of: MGMT, Passion Pit, The Flaming Lips, Phoenix
Emperor Yes are playing the following London dates: Nov 1st St Pancras Old Church; Nov 11th The Old Blue Last; Dec 11th The Finsbury
‘An Island Called Earth’ is out now on Alcopop! Records
Words by Mike Guerard: Follow @Mike_Guerard on Twitter