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Ariel Pink 2017 North American Tour - Dedicated To Bobby Jameson

Ariel Pink released his latest album “Dedicated to Bobby Jameson” on September 15th, the follow-up to his critically acclaimed release pom pom from 2014, and first full-length since joining forces with the Brooklyn-based independent label Mexican Summer Records.

The album is Dedicated to Bobby Jameson, who’s a real-life Los Angeles musician whose story instantly resonated with Pink. Bobby Jameson was long presumed dead and resurfaced online in 2007 after 35 reclusive years to pen his autobiography and tragic life story in a series of blogs and YouTube tirades. “His book and life resonated with me to such a degree,” Pink states, “that I felt a need to dedicate my latest record to him.”

Ariel Pink is set to tour across North America this winter, where his new material will be aired live and fans should expect to be treated to songs from his back catalogue which he has accumulated over the last couple of decades.

Ariel Pink has also released a powerful new video for his single ‘Time to Live’, Ukranian three-piece art collective, Gorsad directed the video and are known for their striking imagery and their focus on youth culture.

Ariel Pink – “Time To Live “ From the album Dedicated To Bobby Jameson

Dedicated to Bobby Jameson begins at the end and ends at the beginning. “We follow the protagonist through a battery of tests and milestones, the first of which sees him reborn into life out of death,” Pink explains, referencing the opening track “Time To Meet Your God.” “From there, he seesaws his way between the innocent love and the rock-solid edifice of childhood-worn trauma that together constitute his lifelong initiation into the realm of artifice and theatrical disposability.”

Standout tracks from Dedicated to Bobby Jameson include “Feels Like Heaven,” a lovelorn insta-classic paying tribute to the promise of romance, “Another Weekend,” which encapsulates the lingering euphoria of a regrettable weekend over the edge, “Dedicated to Bobby Jameson,” a rah-rah psych romp paying homage to L.A.’s punk history, and “Time to Live,” an ironic anti-suicide anthem that promotes survival as a form of resistance before devolving into a grungy, “Video Killed the Radio Star”-style breakdown that supposes life and death as being more or less the same fate and embraces the immortal anarchy of a rock song as an alternative to the prison of reality.

Alternately contained and sprawling, Dedicated to Bobby Jameson is a shimmering pop odyssey that represents more astonishing peaks and menacing valleys in the career of a man who, through sheer originality and nerve, has become an American rock and roll institution. The album marks his first full-length release with the Brooklyn-based independent label Mexican Summer.

Building upon his singular vision of pop songcraft, established by such seminal records as The Doldrums, Worn Copy, House Arrest, Loverboy, Before Today, Mature Themes, and pom pom, Pink revisits themes that have haunted his sonic cinemascapes since the late 1990s: mismanaged dreams, west coast mythologies, itinerant criminals, haunted boulevards, Hollywood legends, the impermanence of romance, bubblegum artifice, movie stardom, childhood terror, acceptance of self, and narcissism projected through a celluloid filter of controversion.

Pink attracted the attention of Animal Collective’s Paw Tracks label, earning his home recordings a small and devoted fan base through a series of limited edition reissues. Drawing upon a list of long-forgotten iconoclasts and trailblazers like the Shaggs, the Cure, the Velvet Underground,Destroy All Monsters, the Godz, Cabaret Voltaire, and R. Stevie Moore, Pink set himself to the task of redefining the musical lexicon for himself and others. “This mission,” he says, “remains mine to this day.”

Ariel Pink - Dedicated To Bobby Jameson Deluxe Edition front

At Last the long wait is over! The dark, the broody, the brilliant L.A. Witch have finally released their debut full-length LP, simply titled ‘L.A. Witch’ -not to be confused with their 2013 EP also entitled ‘L.A. Witch’– and to borrow an old cliche, it’s all killer.

The entirety of the album is drenched with luscious reverb and a sedating drone that calls hints of Greg Sage’s Wipers all while remaining true to the untouchable L.A. Witch sound -think 60s garage/ splatter movie soundtrack/southern swamp rock with pop sensibilities.

Tracks ‘You Love Nothing’ ‘Get Lost’ and ‘Drive Your Car’ are tracks that have all appeared elsewhere in the L.A. Witch back catalogue but each one slips seamlessly into this collection of nine individual masterpiece’s. Each track is a standalone, there’s no doubting that, however each track also seems to intertwine, to mesh a series of fragmented magic dripping with sweetly sinister overtones into one gigantic orgiastic feast that you know is probably bad for your health, but hey, your gonna dive right in anyway.

‘Kill My Baby Tonight’. The album opener kicks off with a blissful swamp/country twang before singer/guitarist Sade Sanchez ominously, somewhat unexpectedly, promises that she’s “gonna hurt her baby tonight”. Which isn’t actually that surprising at all considering the obvious influences the all-girl trio take from the cult-horror cinema of the 1970’s. The imagery is all over their work and with Sanchez’s swooning, seductive but murderously intent vocal, bassist Irita Pai’s stalking, premeditated Geezer Butler/horror creep drone and drummer Ellie English’s night-crawling Clifton James on PCP footstep creep, well you know damn well that once in the L.A. Witch web, you ain’t getting outta here alive. And death’ll be slow too. Real slow.

But hey, if death was guaranteed a soundtrack like ‘Kill My Baby Tonight’ and other killer tracks from this brilliant debut LP, well, sign me up Grim Reaper! I’m half-way there. So, so, so good. Gets better with every listen. The vibe of this album is phenomenal, feels simultaneously old school and very fresh. Definitely one of my favourite albums from this year.

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L.A. Witch’s self-titled debut LP is out now on Bandcamp and is released by Suicide Squeeze Records.

HONEY BUNDLE - Honey - New Moody Judy & Love is Hard

There are quite a few bands or artists calling themselves Honey, but this one from New York City is the one you want to remember.  Featuring former members of Psychic Ills and Amen Dunes their new album, the trio’s second – “The New Judy Moody” starts off with the Hendrix-like jam rawk of “Wage Agreement” and then it’s killer rock and roll all the way through.

Take a song like “Dream Come Now“. It’s a buzz saw rocker with the heaviest guitars I’ve heard in a long time, and this is a trio!

Out September 29th on Wharf Cat Records, HONEY’S sophomore long player “The New Moody Judy” builds on their debut’s “hard edged slice of rock noise” to create an album full of the pummel and swing, rave-ups and comedowns, and ferocious riffs and rhythms previously known only to those who have witnessed the power-trio’s live set. Equal parts concision and brute heaviness, this is the sound of perfect rock and roll music – music that’s always on the edge of spinning out of control.

From the first single, “the pugnacious ‘Dream Come Now’ a barnstormer every bit as fiery as the album artwork”  to the tight jam giving way to a thrilling cascade of riffs that fuel the rush of ‘Hungry,’ HONEY give everything to the music on this release to deliver their most sonically diverse effort to date. As thematically cerebral as it is musically visceral, New Moody Judy is one of the rare albums that offers as much brain fodder for the lit majors as it does instant gratification for the guitar-heads.

There are huge arena riffs with odes to The Who, Misfits, Stooges, and even Hot Snakes to name but a few.

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It’s out now on Wharf Cat Records.

Cory Feierman – Bass & Vocals, Dan Wise – Guitar & Vocals , William Schmiechen – Drums

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 Flyte’s debut album shimmers with a very English melancholy. There is ancient, churchlike resonance to the choral harmonies of “Annie & Alistair”, a tale of the twelve-step programme at Alcoholics Anonymous. There is something of Orange Juice’s sun-dappled innocence to “Victoria Falls”, and shades of Simon & Garfunkel in the beautiful acoustic ballad Orphans of the Storm, but also the spirit of the English outsider, romantic and hopeful and never entirely satisfied, running throughout the album. You can hear it in “Sliding Doors”, a Talk Talk-inspired tale of a suicide, and in “Cathy Come Home”, in which the parents of a girl whose boyfriend has been beating her up beg her to return to the family fold. Not so much drawing on his own life as seeking experiences to then reflect upon, Will’s style of writing has as much in common with George Orwell and Evelyn Waugh as it does with Nick Drake, Ray Davies, or any number of songwriters who have tapped into the English malaise for inspiration.

“Being an English songwriter is tainted ground,” says Will, “but all the poetry I’ve mustered is about the sadness and mournfulness that penetrates English life. Cathy Come Home, for example, is about empty nest syndrome, and the pain of seeing a child moving into adulthood. Orphans of the Storm gets its name from a chapter in Brideshead Revisited. Perhaps it is because I come from Winchester, which I have a massive chip on my shoulder about because it is so incredibly safe and middle class and my dad taught at the college for clever people, while I went to the local comp, but I can’t get away from that kind of sensibility.”

Flyte’s story begins at that comprehensive in Winchester when Will, aged thirteen, formed a band called the Ashbys with drummer Jon Supran. (“We had a tiny bit of hype. Lily Allen said she liked one of our songs.”) Needless to say, there was still much growing up to do, and after leaving school, after spending six months in San Francisco and a year in Paris with his then-girlfriend, Will reconnected with Jon and bassist Nick Hill, another school friend. Then in 2013 Will spotted Sam Berridge, the band’s classically trained keyboardist and guitarist, busking at Tottenham Court Road station. Ten years of waiting for something to happen, forming a band with three other musicians gifted with great singing voices, and a serious case of heartbreak — Will’s girlfriend ended things not long after Flyte came together , This gave the band all the ingredients they needed to hit the ground running.

“My soon to be ex-girlfriend made a video on an iPhone of us playing Faithless,” says Will. “It snowballed from there.”

Once the band had a deal in place with Island Records, after releasing their first single on Transgressive, and the time to devote themselves to making a great debut, Flyte released a flurry of alternative-indie anthems including ‘We Are The Rain’, ‘Closer Together,’ and ‘Light Me Up’, amassing millions of streams and a dedicated live following – having started their own sell-out Chasing Heaven club night, where friends are invited to play at intimate London venues, with many artists passing through such as Beatenberg, Toothless, and Grace Lightman. But it was one Christmas night that spelled a Flyte-movement – when Will and Sam uploaded a cover of Joni Mitchell’s ‘River’ to their Facebook page. The heart-wrenching interpretation racked up over 1M streams, with fans wanting more sessions. The band began carefully curating covers in London landmarks with towering acoustics, including Heaven Talking Heads, and Archie Marry Me by Alvvays, which features on the record.

Earning a reputation for their trademark vocal arrangements, the goal was to come up with a sound that acknowledged the music they loved, from Nick Drake to Mac DeMarco to Vangelis’s soundtrack to Blade Runner, without being derivative or overly reverential. Sam says Flyte found their voice by “forcing restriction on the music, and by making the most of having four singers in the group. When we realised it was a unique thing to have four people who could sing in harmony we emphasised that. We knew it wasn’t going to sound like anything else.”

“We would be in the studio and say to each other: ‘wouldn’t it be great to have some strings here?’, or, ‘Let’s get a wicked synth line on this track,’” adds Will. “And we always conclude, ‘No, let’s do it with the voices because it will always work that way. And it’s our way.’”

No album worth its place in the pantheon is made without the spilling of much blood, sweat and tears. Flyte don’t make life easy for themselves. They never use Pro Tools, instead practising intensely, honing and crafting each song until they know they can do a great live take of it in the studio. Harmonies are captured by having three voices sing into one microphone rather than using the more common modern technique of layering with overdubs.

“None of the albums that inspire us as musicians are heavily edited, polished or overproduced,” says Sam, “so we didn’t want ours to be either.”

Each member of the band contributed to the music, to which Will then added the words, but that doesn’t mean it was plain sailing. “Our process of making music is democratic but frustrating,” Will explains. “Dreams get crushed on a daily basis because everyone has a say, so you have to let go of something you might be particularly proud of. There is a lot of arguing, crying and hating each other and I want to die most of the time, but the end result makes it worthwhile.”

 Please listen to Flyte’s life-affirming album of tightly constructed songs,

Norwegian-born Anna Lotterud met Australian Brady Daniell-Smith whilst studying in Melbourne. The two began making music and Anna Of The North was born.

Anna of the North‘s ‘Someone’ is the second single to be taken from their forthcoming debut album Lovers.  This is delicious pop production: laced with triggered drums and swooping layers of synths that echo M83‘s ability to sound cinematic and intricate, steeped in the best of 1980s electro pop but appreciating how to make it sound like the Future this backdrop is crafted by Brady, who’s from New Zealand and grew up partly in Australia. But it’s Anna’s dexterous expressive tone, delicate, evocative and infectious at the same time that steals the show, this is the sound of an epiphany, bristling with the bittersweet experience of being human and alone in a world that’s so confusing. Fresh eyed, bright and affecting this is a vibrant slice of pop possessed of the longing of a unrequited heart.

Of creating the video, Anna says “It’s a video made in Miami but it’s certainly not a stereotypical Miami video. The ‘party’ side to cities like Miami can feel vacuous, making them the loneliest places in the world, so it’s a fitting backdrop to the story. It’s set the day after a big night when you instantly regret something that happened. It’s about the internal battle of the day after; trying to accept that you’re human and how hard it is to forgive yourself for your own mistakes. It gets more desperate throughout as the realisation sets in.”

The band have announced a full EU tour for the Autumn whilst Friday will bring the release of Tyler, the Creator’s album Scum Fuck Flower Boy featuring vocals from Anna of the North on ‘911 / Mr Lonely’ and ‘Boredom’.

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Taken from the debut album ‘Lovers’ our September 8th.

The Left Outsides are: Mark Nicholas and Alison Cotton, a husband and wife duo based in London, England whose atmospheric, hypnotic songs echo Nico’s icy European folk, pastoral psychedelia and chilly English fields at dawn.  ‘There Is A Place’ takes its inspiration from the forest, with the LP made up of new compositions as well as reworked recordings the band wrote and performed for Gus Alvarez’s film, Stand & Deliver. “In a woodland clearing lies the body of a young woman. A sharp intake of breath – she is alive. What happened last night? Into the woods she searches for answers”…
This album successfully marries the bleary narcotic dream-pop ethic of Grouper and Beach House (check out the truly stunning ‘One Step At A Time’) with the more familiar drone-folk / pastoral excursions, most of which (‘Time Makes A Fool Of Us All’, ‘The Creeping Fog’) play out like some weird Anglo-Gothic film soundtrack, but are kept in balance by a gorgeous and inspired reading of Jack Frost’s ‘Civil War Lament’.

“The brooding instrumental ‘Cry of the Hunter’ eases the listener in on a dramatic note with mournful expressions of strings, guitar, and wordless vocalizing punctuated by piano chords, the piece resembling at times a meditative King Crimson.

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Brooklyn duo Washer craft burly rock numbers filled with sharp, introspective lyrics over dramatic post-hardcore melodies. The band’s sophomore release All Aboard builds and transcends the achievements of their debut through tight percussion and compact, atmosphere-shifting riffs. Kieran McShane (drums) and Mike Quigley (guitar/vocals) deliver fifteen tenacious and determined tracks, commencing with the bleak reflection of “Forget Everything,” continuing on the pummelling “The Scab” and climaxing with the existentially inquisitive “Your Guess Is As Bad As Mine.” It’s an album filled with more questions than answers, awash with anxiety stemming from “No answer/No claim to truth.”

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TORRES - Three Futures

One of the year’s most unusual and invigorating concept albums comes from the Georgia-raised songwriter Mackenzie Scott. “Three Futures”, Scott’s third album under the name TORRES, explores a primitive yet radical subject for songwriting: embracing one’s own human body “as a mechanism of joy.” These new songs are vivid, sensual vignettes that confront lust (“Righteous Woman”), obsession (“Helen in the Woods”) and joy (“Bad Baby Pie”) before culminating with the mantra-like epic “To Be Given a Body.” Musically, the record is a sharp departure from Scott’s prior work

Brooklyn based songwriter Mackenzie Scott brings us her third album as Torres, having gained acclaim and attention since her debut in 2013. ‘Three Futures’ is an immediate and mature set of songs about femininity, gender and power. Mackenzie’s vocal breadth, especially in her range and movements from rough to smooth, prove her to be on a par with vocalists such as St. Vincent. Her guitar riffs and solos quirkily stagger over industrial and metronomic programmed beats, giving a sometimes-dizzying feeling of rhythmic push and pull. It’s a very well-formed and considered album .

 In describing the album, Scott says it “is entirely about using the body that each of us has been given as a mechanism of joy”.  The 10 original tracks on Three Futures embrace ecstasy, desire and indulgence rather than self-denial, and exude this idea via immersive music.  Mechanized grooves are placed at the forefront, providing a framework for perforated electro-pop static, harsh gothic / industrial textures, and insistent Krautrock motifs.

For Three Futures, Scott reconnected with producer Rob Ellis (PJ Harvey), who worked on TORRES’ last album Sprinter, to record in Stockport and Dorset, England. David Tolomei (Beach House, Future Islands) mixed the album.

TORRES is the creative alter-ego of Brooklyn-based Mackenzie Scott.  In describing the album, Scott says it “is entirely about using the body that each of us has been given as a mechanism of joy”.  The 10 original tracks on Three Futures embrace ecstasy, desire and indulgence rather than self-denial, and exude this idea via immersive music.  Mechanized grooves are placed at the forefront, providing a framework for perforated electro-pop static, harsh gothic / industrial textures, and insistent Krautrock motifs.

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After their last tour around the album Shields, the members of Grizzly Bear took some time off. With each person concentrating on other ventures, So it would be awhile before they would come to collaborate as a band once again. Grizzly Bear’s Painted Ruins is definitely the return from any band who seemed to somewhat disappear. Along with great tunes, they’ve also returned with a few really entertaining videos to accompany their singles. The newest release is a clip for “Losing All Sense,” featuring a bunch of blondes doing just that.

As soon as we see the opening shot of high-heeled feet wrapped in plastic, we know we’re in for something weird here. The feet belong to a drenched Busy Phillips, who joins a group at an otherwise pretty standard wine-and-dine, but things soon take a turn for the surreal.

“‘Losing All Sense’ felt like an upbeat, fun thing to release,” said frontman Ed Droste “The video is even more of a dichotomy—it’s like David Lynch meets the The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills meets Heathers or something. It’s very campy and dark and surreal.”

“Losing All Sense” is the fifth single release from Painted Ruins, following “Three Rings,” “Mourning Sound,” “Four Cypresses” and “Neighbors.” 

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Protomartyr Relatives in Descent review

Protomartyr has never wanted for momentum. The Detroit band, at their best, has always been racing toward an endpoint, driven by a sense of urgency, outrunning some kind of unseen danger or darkness that’s constantly nipping at their heels, in the vapor trails behind Greg Ahee’s guitar riffs or in the pregnant pauses in Joe Casey’s personal narratives or commentaries. Protomartyr aren’t going to revolutionize guitar music. That’s a big ask for any rock band, where many acts are hyper-literate, fiercely political or formally adventurous — though the group possesses all of these strengths. Their consistency is ultimately what sets Protomartyr apart from the pack. Their development has been steady, as each new album broadened the scope and lyrical ambition of its predecessor. Relatives In Descent is a culmination of the band’s potential; they sound a career removed from the scrappy garage punks who released No Passion All Technique just four years ago, even as they remain snidely dissatisfied.”Casey’s sardonic lyrical humor. But most of all, it’s because Protomartyr never stops moving.

“A Private Understanding,” the opening track to the band’s fourth album Relatives in Descent, has a similar feeling to past Protomartyr openers—it’s perpetually on the brink of building up to something, and it feels tense and climactic. But it lingers on moments in a way that few of the band’s songs have before. The verses feel a bit more drawn out, with the first echoing the phrase, “Never wanna hear those vile trumpets anymore,” while the second track recounts a true story of Elvis Presley seeing the face of Stalin in a cloud: “He was affected profoundly, but he could never describe the feeling/He passed away on the bathroom floor.” By the end, Casey croons, “She’s just trying to reach you,” echoing a consistent theme of failed methods of communication and the complicated ways that people process those messages. As empathetically as these figures are drawn, they’re still mired in the fatalistic absurdity of never being able to say what needs to be said. Maybe she’ll never actually reach you; Elvis is dead on his bathroom floor.

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Relatives in Descent, illustrated by its unsettling opening track, is the darkest Protomartyr album to date because it’s so reflective of the time in which it was created. It’s not a political album, but rather a bleakly philosophical album of meditations on the fallible nature of truth and self-destructive ideals that brought us to an age of willful ignorance and “fake news.” Nobody gets off particularly easily here. Casey sneers mockingly throughout the sing-songy punk stomp of “Male Plague,” reminding the self-inflictedly mediocre white men at its core that “Everybody knows it’s gonna kill you someday.” In the brooding “Corpses in Regalia,” he barks, “Decent people don’t live like that,” laying down an indictment on wealth and excess, while the driving “Don’t Go to Anacita” condemns the exploitation inherent in privilege. Only “Up the Tower” actually addresses what sounds a lot like the president, himself, and “the hatred he brewed within us,” following up on an observation of a golden door with a violent command to “knock it down! knock it down! knock it down!” It’s the kind of catharsis that Protomartyr has always done well, dialed up to match the dreadful urgency of the moment.

Some of the darkest moments on the album are those that happen on a purely instrumental level, giving Relatives in Descent a gothic wash of blacks, grays and charcoals. Those hues are rendered brilliantly, their chilling tone resulting in the strongest batch of songs they’ve written to date. The opening riff of standout single “My Children” has a subtly eerie tone, creating an ominous passageway toward its unexpectedly catchy chorus. “Windsor Hum” chimes with a horror-movie-soundtrack riff, underscoring Casey’s reassurance, “everything’s fine,” with the sick-to-your-stomach feeling of knowing that it isn’t. And the reverb-laden sound of closing dirge “Half Sister” finds Protomartyr capturing the grimmest of post-punk gloom brilliantly.

In that final track, Casey says “truth is a half sister,” before looping back to an early refrain from the album, “she is trying to reach you.” In intercepting these communiqués, to better understand why humanity is sometimes doomed to reject truth, Protomartyr delves into some dark places albeit ones that yield their most rewarding results.