Little Grandad waste little time getting to their debut album ‘Speak Softly, Son’, produced by Kev Jones of Wunderhorse. Formed little more than a year ago, the London four-piece have built their reputation through relentless gigging, and that live energy runs through the record.
Unpredictable, loose and difficult to pin down, it captures a band finding their sound in real time.
Just a few months after launching their debut tracks, the London four-piece waste no time at all, taking rare, precious days off the road to put down their debut album.
“Speak Softly, Son” is a timely approximation of where Little Grandad are at, and an excellent advertisement for those live shows. Here’s where the story really starts…
The band has made quick work of creating a buzz since forming just over a year ago. Gigging relentlessly and picking up new fans everywhere they play. It’s a story as old as time.
Their songs sound like a sort of Venn diagram of rust-belt Americana, Brooklyn-informed slacker-rock, and warm yet ramshackle British indie guitar rock. It also sounds nothing like those things. It’s chaotic, teeters on the brink of collapse, but somehow hangs together. It’s properly exciting because you can’t put your finger on what it is, and neither can they.
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