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Something of a lo-fi underground super-group, Cheerbleederz have this week put out their debut EP, Faceplant, on the ever reliable Alcopop! Records. The London-based trio, comprising members of Fresh, Happy Accidents and Finish Flag,  bonded over a shared experience of being, “the only women in our main bands”, and formed Cheerbleederz, “to make a band that explores being women together”.

Ahead of the EP’s release the band shared the first single from it, Cabin Fever. A reflection on, “being unable to tell someone how you feel, and in turn feeling trapped by that situation”, Cabin Fever is an emotive blast of harmonies, pulsating bass and clattering guitars. The whole things builds to a wonderfully melancholic outro as the members chime in unison, “I think that we’re all doomed”, in disarmingly harmonic unison. On their debut EP, Cheerbleederz seem to have hit on something hugely promising; at once reminiscent of their other projects, yet different enough to sound fresh and exciting, it’s a hugely promising place to start.


Faceplant is out now via Alcopop! Records.

After hearing EP II back in 2015, it was a pretty unanimous feeling that there was just something extra amazing about the band Yumi Zouma. Their blend of 80s-leaning synth designs, easy breezy vocal treatments from Christie Simpson and cross-continental songwriting technique (Charlie Ryder in London, Josh Burgess in New York, and Christie Simpson & Olivia Campion in Christchurch) stood out among their peers in the dream pop landscape.  After three fantastic full-lengths including a sensational Oasis cover album, Yumi Zouma is ready to continue the EP series.


First single In Camera starts off right where the last one ended over 3 years ago, thick with atmospheric dance pop straight out of a John Hughes film.  Just try and not love this f-ing song.  Once you get your heart back into your chest, smash that ‘buy’ button and get yourself a 10″ slab on blue and white split vinyl.  All preorders will include a hand-numbered autographed print from the band, while supplies last.

Cascine Records webstore pre-orders are pressed on limited edition white vinyl, and will also include an exclusive 10″ print, hand-numbered and signed by Yumi Zouma.

Yumi Zouma returns with EP III, completing the trilogy they started with EPs I and II. This new collection finds the international act stronger than ever, sculpting effortless atmospheres, winsome hooks and stadium-ready finishes. EP III is out digitally on September 28th, and will be released as 10″ vinyl on November 16th.


Yumi Zouma now returns with their anticipated third EP, bookending their era of intimate and restrained short-form releases. The new tracks are just as effortless and engaging as expected, but they also tell the story of a band evolving. Lush, electronic productions buoy key tracks and the vocal deliveries are increasingly sophisticated


being spread across the globe doesn’t seem to hinder Yumi Zouma; if anything, the quartet thrives off of displacement.  our reigning best new artists turned in their much-anticipated ep mere months after receiving the accolade, one that showcases a more intricate understanding of how to intertwine soaring hooks and intimate textures.  “alena” and “catastrophe” are both baleric anthems, indulging in their respective melodies to craft compositions that feel like extroverted extensions of the subdued persona


Please Check out this band, I would love to see them Live.

From 2003 until 2011, over the span of six studio albums, an EP, plus a double-disc live extravaganza, and hundreds of live shows, the Oak Park, Illinois a suburb of Chicago siblings Matthew and Eleanor Friedberger wrought a polarizing, idiosyncratic iconography; by and large, audiences were either reveling in the cavalcade of inside jokes, or they were resolutely weren’t.  formed in 2000 in Brooklyn New York.

While garage rock and blues were the Fiery Furnaces’ core idioms, they weren’t afraid, over time, to wrangle pop, prog, musical theater, folk, gospel, tinny-ass carnival spew, and hard rock into a mod-indie equivalent of Choose Your Own Adventure paperbacks, if said paperbacks were cheekily ghostwritten by Thomas Pynchon or David Foster Wallace. Double-stitched with baffling turns of phrase and dizzyingly archaic verbiage, each song — sung by Eleanor usually; performed by Matthew mostly — rendered a separate world teetering precariously between exaggerated caricature and waking reality. The lyricism was millennium-era-Ghostface gratuitous, sold by Eleanor with a go-for-broke panache so courageous that, on albums like Widow City and Blueberry Boat, it felt almost globe-conquering — flip, far-ranging, esoteric, mean-spirited, and sympathetic. What couldn’t the Fiery Furnaces do? Where couldn’t they lead anyone who cared to tag along as banks of keyboards, organs, and synthesizers squelched merrily from one absurdist, maddeningly specific scenario to the next? Their potential, at times, felt downright limitless .

The Fiery Furnaces issued six studio albums over seven years, a productivity rate familiar to Woody Allen and rock bands in their stride in the 1960s and 1970s. Then they toured behind these records, each of which was no-fucks-given weird and batshit bonkers its own special way. During all of this, Matthew cut and released 2006’s Winter Woman/Holy Ghost Language School, a double album that was essentially the Fiery Furnaces sans his sister — all the while dropping hints that, someday, his sister would make amazing solo music. Then, from its title on down to the song names, 2009’s I’m Going Away was very plainly the writing on the wall. By the time the band’s spigot stopped flowing, two conflicting emotions were at play: a sense of unwelcome deprivation and a feeling that maybe, yeah, everyone (band and audience) needed to enjoy a respite from the breakneck Fiery Furnaces roller coaster.

In the years since, Eleanor made good on the solo career Matthew anticipated; while 2011’s Last Summer and 2013’s Personal Record can’t approach the no-holds-barred pluck of the Furnaces at their prime, Stare At The Sun almost legitimizes the hiatus, and may just be the most narcotic tune anyone associated with this band has ever produced. Matthew, meanwhile, decamped for Europe, cut a series of limited-edition or otherwise obscure LPs, and drifted away from the cultural conversation, resurfacing to form last year. Longtime Furnaces sidemen Jason Loewenstein (of Sebadoh) and Bob D’Amico continue to tour (and slay) as Circle Of Buzzards. Life goes on; it’s just not as audaciously strange as it was when the Furnaces were inescapable. To paraphrase so many The Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe entries, whether or not Matthew and Eleanor opt to reactivate the band “remains to be seen. Eleanor released her third solo LP, New View, which seems like as good a reason as any to look back at the catalog of the band that introduced us to the Friedberger siblings and their considerable talents.

The band released their fifth LP, entitled “Bitter Tea”, in April 2006. In interviews they stated that the album was influenced by the sound of synthpop group Devo, and Eleanor Friedberger stated the album was “definitely the poppiest thing we’ve done “Bitter Tea” their difficult album, their David Lynch movie.” Now as at the time of release, “Bitter Tea” confounds so thoroughly that drawing a thematic bead beyond, say, “an exceptional, lovesick EP buried within an impenetrable, drug-damaged LP” is next to impossible. It’s like sitting down to a delicious bowl of Cream Of Wheat festooned with dead weevils; it’s as though Matthew and Eleanor wrote a handful of direct, soul-bearing pop songs and then, feeling a bit naked and abashed, took great pains to muddle and obfuscate them. (Sometimes — sometimes — I wonder if I’d feel a mite differently about this if they’d waited a full two calendar years between studio albums, whether I was suffering some sort of Furnaces fatigue.)

From the oil-slick fricassee of “Black-Hearted Boy” to the snapped-synapse zap of “Nevers” to the title track’s beat-switching mania to how “The Vietnamese Telephone Ministry” courts Satanic noise, Bitter Tea scans as a gross over extension, everything sabotaged and back masked as fuck, with needless reprises piled on top. Yet — yet — “Waiting To Know You” is glowing, torch-song pop despite detritus cluttering the bottom of the mix; breakneck Gamblers Anonymous travelogue “Borneo” somehow becomes more exhilarating with each listen; “Teach Me Sweetheart” is a career-topping marvel of sensual simmer and psychosexual tension; “Police Sweater Blood Vow” is primo fake electric Dylan. The band did a short tour in October and November 2006, supported by San Francisco rock band, Deerhoof. This tour saw Matthew on keyboard, Eleanor on vocals, Jason Loewenstein  on wah-wah guitar, Bob D’Amico on drums and the addition of Micheal Goodman on percussion. The songs had a tropical feel to them, and most of the tracks from “Bitter Tea” were played as one long song, lasting 30 minutes—a medley format the band previously used


In a sense, Tea is almost the Furnaces’ Wowee Zowee — the album where warts and dimples get equal time. But the record’s shortcoming — i.e., the band’s indecisiveness, neither going full-on pop or willfully scuttling and defacing every beautiful note — is ultimately what lands it in the least enviable slot in a “Worst To Best” feature.

The Fiery Furnaces’ approach to live performance was to transform a generous catalog into a strenuous, Naked Lunch-esque exercise, squishing a handful of bars and verses from several songs together, often sacrificing entrenched melodies and cadences and erecting bizarre new creations in the process. Depending on the listener’s temperament — or, possibly, inebriation level — this willful upsetting of standard live behavior was exhilarating, confusing, or off-putting. On the one hand, it assumed (perhaps dangerously) a serious commitment and degree of patience on the audience’s part; on the other hand, it likely kept the band invested in national and international tours that stretched for weeks. The digipack for Remember, compiled from 2005, 2006, and 2007 shows, boasts an eye-roll worthy admonition: “Please do not attempt to listen to all at once.” And sure, fair enough — two discs and 132 minutes of recontextualized Furnaces will try the patience of the staunchest fan. Sometimes the set can seem more like a provocation for a specialized game of Name That Tune than a way to immortalize a particular vision of this band. At other moments, Remember actually surpasses the chestnuts it’s lovingly roasting: injecting “My Dog Was Lost But Now He’s Found” with a sweaty, pulse-pounding urgency; reimagining “Tropical Ice-Land” as Scooby-Doo zombie funk; turbo-charging “Black-Hearted Boy” with faux Wurlitzer. Still, 19 times out of 20, when I feel a Furnaces craving coming on, Remember isn’t what I reach for.

The band’s Eighth studio album “I’m Going Away” was released in the US on July 21, 2009, on Thrill Jockey Records and the UK on August 24, 2009. A second album, Take Me Round Again , which presents many of the same songs from “I’m Going Away” in a new way, was released on November 10, 2009. These tracks were made individually by Mathew and Eleanor, resulting in some overlap. These songs have the same lyrics as “I’m Going Away”, but consist of completely new instrument and vocal recordings that give a new take on the same material.


An LP-length “Dear John” letter if there ever was one, I’m Going Away wears its dolor with a characteristic schizophrenia. This means that “Drive To Dallas” breaks up its teary downbeat guide with psychedelic guitar pyro and plaints that verge on mania, and that there are a pair of ecstatic barnburners about partying with a girl named “Charmaine Champagne.” It means that identity-crisis ballad “Lost At Sea” dips and swings so sweetly that the whammy bars and cymbal smashes wash away the tears as they bury this album’s semi-subtextual lede: This is the Fiery Furnaces bidding adios to us, and to one another, at least for a while. Thematically and lyrically, I’m Going Away is arguably Matthew and Eleanor at their most direct and straightforward; there’s a dearth of bizarre musical experimentation, and decidedly less irony than usual. These songs feel like pre-Brill Building standards; it doesn’t require much imagination to picture pick-up bar bands, hard-luck chanteuses, and emancipated church singers absolutely slaying audiences with a heartstring-riffling bit of like “Even In The Rain.” (“Staring At The Steeple” is a bit darker, but it’s a better fit here than any other area of the catalogue.) The Furnaces’ latest (and perhaps last) album feels loose yet coherent, warm yet straitlaced, possessed of a bummed-out jubilation. And, sure, it’s a pinnacle of sorts, but one you’ll rarely revisit for pure pleasure, since it’s a reminder that rowdier work proceeded it and that (more than likely) nothing will succeed it.

A collection of singles and compilation cuts, EP arrives in January 2005 the band released a 41-minute compilation disc named EP . It featured two new songs, all of the band’s singles and B-sides (with the exception of an alternate version of “We Got Back The Plague” found on the “Tropical Ice-Land” single), and was for this reason a contrast to the epic and, according to some, inaccessible nature of Blueberry Boat. almost by default; for all their electrifying zest, no cohesive theme unites these 10 nuggets, and it’s impossible to reconcile them with what’s included on the proper LPs. The ironically autumnal “Here Comes The Summer” is bled, curiously, into the bizarre “Evergreen,” wherein vocal and performance alike seem to be succumbing to the effects of a natural poison. With “Smelling Cigarettes” the Furnaces expand their range of grotesque suburban miniatures; on “Duffer St. George” they extend their passport for the weakest of their customs stamps. There’s also a wily, semi-backmasked reprise of “Tropical Iceland” that makes the Gallowsbird’s Bark version seem staid in comparison. Meanwhile, “Sing For Me” suggests a vintage Candy Land game board transmuted into song, and for the first and last time in the Fiery Furnaces mythology, Matthew gets the stage all to himself.


Widow City is a rock record with synthesizer assists that is very loosely about a libertine who killed (or wants to kill) a loathsome toad of a husband and elope with her girlfriend; the telenovela-esque narrative is unclear in the way that the through line of the Aeon Flux animated series is fuzzy. None of which matters when the result is this rich, arch, mischievous, and non-Bitter Tea. Cherry-pick just about any number here and you’ve got a winner: the tremulous, heroic “Duplexes Of The Dead”; “My Egyptian Grammar,” drenched in digital harps, near-dub, and girl-group chagrin; the valorous Valkyrie funk of “The Cabaret Of The Seven Devils”; the marvelous, babble-mouthed jabberwocky of “Pricked In The Heart.” City’s sole failing, despite a bevy of tracks that clock in under three minutes, is its length.


It’s worth wondering — from my perspective, anyway — whether the Furnaces’ career would have continued to build steam had they constrained themselves from Tea forward to short, strong albums 30-35 minutes long with no more than, say, 10 songs. In June 2007, it was announced that the band had signed with Chicago labe Thrill Jockey Records and their album “Widow City” was later released on October 9th, 2007. Unlike their two previous efforts, this album lacks a central concept and has a 70s rock album feel. The band toured in support of the album throughout the later months of 2007 and early 2008. A live compilation album, “Remember”, was released on August 16, 2008.

The Grandmother Album, as it is colloquially known, clocks in at about an hour. This is significant. Gallowsbird’s Bark rang up at a respectable 46 minutes and change, pushing the envelope of sonic propriety just slightly; Blueberry Boat ballooned out to 76 minutes but was so captivatingly crackers that nobody noticed. Rehearsing My Choir (released in October 2005), saw the band return to an experimental sound once again. A concept album featuring the Friedbergers‘ grandmother, Olga Sarantos, narrating stories about her life, Rehearsing My Choir was met with widely differing opinions from both the press and the band’s fans, being branded “difficult” even by those who rated it highly. Sarantos previously worked as choir director at a Greek  Ortodox church, and her croaked reminiscences form the backbone to this peculiar, piecemeal storybook of an album. Jason Loewenstein of the band Sebadoh and Bob D’Amico took over band duties for the supporting tour,exists in a strange temporal nether-region where, depending on your temperament, it’s: a) way, way too long and totally unlistenable, b) very rough going, or c) perfect. On Choir, the Friedbergers cede the Captain’s chair to Olga Sarantos, their then-83 year-old-grandmother. Eleanor is (willingly) reduced to a character and Greek chorus queen, while Matthew’s compositional mode shifts from “whacko boogie-woogie” to “demented Prairie Home Companion score.” The narrative ping-pongs around 20th century Chicago, powered by wicked gleam in Sarantos’ eye, her tongue (probably) firmly in cheek; this is her show, a bygone diorama of love letters, dicey lunch counter, factories doubling as brothels, and no-fucks-given historical revisionism so warped and zany that copies of this album should be distributed free to every person on the verge of becoming a grandparent. The drubbing Choir takes among fans makes some sense: Sarantos’ Larry “Bud” Melman-esque voice, a lack of anthemic cuts, the fact that by 2005 the internet was already in the process of sanding the average listener’s attention span down to nothing. My personal suspicion is that as Furnaces fans age, their appreciation for the album’s twists and turns will rise, not to mention what the album represents: two indie-rock titans pretty much winning at indie-rock and then teaming up with their elderly grandmother to cut an LP that celebrates her and sheds light on the wiseacre genes her grandkids rode into a specific iconography. No, Choir is probably never going to tear it up when you and the squad are driving to the shore, but throw it on the next time you’re staring down a long drive to visit your parents; you might be surprised how moved you feel, and you might reflect on how far removed the world of your youth — hell, the world of five years ago — is from where you find yourself, right now.

For anyone arriving at Gallowsbird’s Bark Released in 2003 the raw, primal punch of this debut release may come as a shock. Not fully comfortable with the notion of the studio-as-instrument, Eleanor and Matthew leaned hard on a Lo-fi, juke-joint spontaneity; spiced with distorted guitar and whimsical keyboards, Matthew is primarily responsible for the band’s studio instrumentation and songwriting, while Eleanor handles the majority of the vocal duties. almost every song here is a near-nonsensical expression of fun or play-acted steeple-chase for the open-hearted kidult to mumble psychotically on endless commutes or during board-meeting lulls. The gentle, generous “Bow Wow” could slip unremarked upon into a Sesame Street Live revue. “Inca Rag/Name Game” explodes piano-recital silliness into amplified-blues trawl. “Crystal Clear” and “Leaky Tunnel” dash so breathlessly through free-associative shit-fits that it’s possible to miss the giggles and twinkles embedded in the scenery at first. Most interesting — and overlooked, critically — is the way “I’m Gonna Run” and “Two Fat Feet” adroitly nudge weight-associated self-shaming into a realm so deeply Dali-esque that external fat jokes lose much of their sting. While Blueberry Boat has earned every plaudit it receives, the Furnaces would never quite nail the joyful spirit of this ramshackle album .

The Fiery Furnaces, released their second album, “Blueberry Boat”, in the summer of 2004. It is also often interpreted as a multi-layered concept album and their most transcendent, come across as at least 94 percent disengaged from the here and now. Sonically, narratively, and personally, the ideal versions of Matthew and Eleanor are space aliens or time travelers in self-denial.

Blueberry Boat represents the apex of this notion an LP that by every account should fall flat on its face; it could only have worked on an indie label. (It’s also almost 80 minutes long; if Boat came out now, it’d have a much harder time finding and keeping an audience. an album featuring a meandering epic (“Chief Inspector Blancheflower”), a shaggy-dog ramble predicated on “dog” being an acronym for “god” and vice versa (“My Dog Was Lost But Now He’s Found”), and a peppy, idle piano ballad about being kidnapped into white slavery (“Spaniolated”). Boat is like a mansion where every space is designed in a garishly different manner but the whole is somehow implausibly welcoming even though it should be terrifying.  “Quay Cur,” the ten-minute lead track on Blueberry Boat, switches from dirty, gurgling organ to slide guitar-fueled ditties, pulsing electronic beats, highlighting the Fiery Furnaces’ variety in songwriting. Some critics, however, interpreted this type of material as evidence that the album is unfocused. The epic nature of the majority of the songs made them unsuitable for radio play so the band prepared “Single Again,” a take on a traditional folk song as a substitute.

The title track fever-dreaming disjointedly through a John Barth novel rewritten by Garrison Keillor; “Chief Inspector Blancheflower” and galumphing “Chris Michaels” trolling the America of Maury; vertigo-suffering “Mason City” hopping into a DeLorean to explore 1910; skeletal curio “1917” and synthesized crack-puff “Birdie Brain” .

Every moment here is an uneasy triumph, even when they involve random snatches of Inuit and clashing, Wolf Eyes-grade cauldrons of noise. Yet a reflective sadness surrounds every boarding of Boat, too, because in the wake of this LP, nothing the Fiery Furnaces accomplished would be quite as startling or left-field. that vital spark of lunatic invention every musician would kill to ignite.


The Fiery Furnaces went on an extended hiatus following a brief 2011 tour. Their final concert before the hiatus was on May 27, 2011 at the Primavera Sound  Festival in Barcelona.

On July 12th, 2011, Eleanor Friedberger released her first solo album, titled “Last Summer” . She released her second album “Personal Record” on June 4th, 2013, and her third, “New View” on January 22nd, 2016.

Buffalo-based indie rock act, Chevron Bloom’s released their debut EP earlier this month. The 4-track EP, aptly titled EP, was recorded in Geneseo, at Temperamental Recordings. In the band’s debut effort, the trio has crafted a tight set of tunes with psychedelic overtones.

Each song, though short in nature, still goes through several different shifts throughout its runtime. The EP varies between moments of straight ahead rock and spaced-out meandering. They meld together elements of psychedelic pop, heavy alt. rock and shoegaze, and every transition through styles is seamless. Throughout, the vocals are light and airy, floating overtop of the arrangements, at times like they are barely there. The snare drum is front and center for most of it, sitting comfortably right in the middle of the mix, a consistent and heavy presence through each dynamic shift.


In fact, it’s the snare drum that kicks off the record. Opener “Home?” begins with an almost New Orleans feel beat, before a reverb-laden guitar comes strumming in. “Inactive Minds are Personal Crimes” features two alternating sections rather opposed with each other; the verses are loose, drifting and almost mindless, giving way to distorted guitars and heavy drums on the more direct choruses. “You Got It All Wrong” is an upbeat rocker at first, until its outro winds down into half-time feel. The synthesizer that opens “Dying All Alone” is a slight surprise at first, but lends itself well to the spacier final track.

On their debut EP, Chevron Bloom makes good use of their arrangements as well as the studio space. The new EP is available now on bandcamp as a name-your-price download.

Chevron Bloom is Jay Sallese, John Miller, and Aaron Martin.

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60s psychedelic pop with a modern flare has never sounded finer than this. LOVEBYRD’s debut EP, released through Ongakubaka Records is a pleasant journey of soft, open ended psychedelia that sooths the mind. The duo from Sarrebrücken, Germany consists of singer Steffi Krauth and instrumentalist Mark Wernet. This EP is extremely enjoyable as all five tracks flow at a temperate rate and intertwine well with one another.

1. Spinning Around – 4:42
2. We’re Shining Through – 3:58
3. Shot from the Sun – 4:29
4. Nothing Is Real – 4:58
5. Prolouge + Leave Me Blind – 5:38

The opening track sets the mood perfectly, it’s a tranquil song with eloquent vocals from Steffi Krauth. Her singing is very hypnotic as it flows effortlessly here and throughout the album. The music provided by Mark is extremely impressive for one individual. The acoustics are spot on and the percussion gives the song its fluency. The soft bubbly guitar in the background is a very unique touch, it’s the small nuances and attention to detail that gives the album its charm. “We’re Shining Through” continues this soft psychedelic feel as Steffi’s alluring vocals are a bit raspier here, a terrific one-two punch to open an album.

The guitar on the third song, “Shot from the Sun” has an authentic 60s psychedelic rock tone. The chorus on this track is so damn catchy, it will stick with you. You’ll find yourself gravitating to this one often. “Nothing Is Real” is a real fluent song, could be the standout track. It has a Verve-like quality about it, to be clear we are referring to the first Verve album. The last song is beautiful and embodies all that we like about LOVEBYRD. The song is very angelic and thoughtful, it gives off good vibes which will put you is a positive frame of mind.

LOVEBYRD has taken their influences of psychedelic rock and pop and put their own stamp on the genre. The result is a beautifully written EP that is also well produced. We highly recommend this one for psychedelic fans looking for something a bit more on the lighter side. Also, keep them on your radar as their debut full length is due out this August. – 18/6/2015

Singer-songwriter Anna B. Savage

Listening to Anna B Savage’s music is like being told a secret. To date very little information has been released about the London singer-songwriter, which adds to the mystique wrought by her husky, confessional voice. Every aspect of Savage’s aesthetic is spare, from the title of her first single, “1,” to the title of her debut EP, EP, to her lyrics, which offer piercingly honest insight into the scourge of insecurities faced by a pair of lovers revealing themselves to each other for the first time.


Relationship anxiety is not new musical territory, but Savage’s treatment of the subject is rare. This is not coy, or conflicted, or even particularly excited anticipation. It’s the voice of a person deeply afraid of being seen as she is. Savage is strong enough to be fragile, opening her neurosis up like a vein. She lets her voice slip into a whisper at several points on EP, but never so much that her message is lost. “1” chronicles the low self-esteem that gets piped into young women with the ubiquity of the air they breathe, and Savage delivers it with an earnestness that could level buildings.

The songs of EP aren’t cheerful, but they’re vital listening.


The wonderful sound of guitars from Australian band FLYYING COLOURS and their first EP,  please check them out on bandcamp and, the band’s guitarist Brodie J Brümmer has said before they slay the UK.

Their music  inspired by so much, everything really. It’s pretty obviously 90s shoegaze, psych and grunge stuff, pop music…we listen to everything. For me Nirvana, Sonic Youth and MBV really taught me how I wanted to play guitar.”

We were ready to tour UK/Europe with our new release so it was perfect timing. Our tour schedule is pretty full on, we have 10 UK shows in 12 days once we arrive – so [all they have planned] probably playing a lot of music.”

We are playing a heap of shows with our club ac30 label mates Pinkshinyultrablast who I’m super excited to see. Also No Joy and Cheatahs are playing a show together at the same venue the night after we play in London so we will definitely see that. Oh and the Primavera Festival lineup is pretty excellent. And of co

urse we get to see RIDE!”

check out other Australan bands like the obviously Hollow Everdaze, Hideous Towns and VHS Dream who we are playing our last Australian show with. The Melbourne psych/shoegaze scene is killer.”


Yumi Zouma, this week released their first, self-titled EP – a magical blend of sultry dream-pop and electronic flourish. We’re big fans of the burgeoning trio, and in celebration of the EP’s release,  here is the track A Long Walk Home For Parted Lovers” the band said about the song:

Charlie: This was the first song that we ever wrote together. It was a pleasure to create, but we never thought we would do anything with it. We finished it at about 1am in New Zealand, and after Kim had fallen asleep, I stayed up and sent a copy of it to Jeff at Cascine. Josh didn’t know that I would show the track to anyone else, so it was a bit of a surprise for him the next day when I told him that one of our most-loved labels were interested in working with us.

Kim: Charlie took a risk and sent this song through to a few people at his favourite music labels and blogs, and it happened to pay off. So to me this song might be about giving things a shot regardless of how impossible they seem, whether in music, love or life…

Josh: This was the first thing I wrote in a room I had in this huge old factory in Greenpoint. It was the middle of winter and quite lonely as the main occupants were artists and graphic designers who left by 7pm. It all sort of fell into place. The diminished chord in the post chorus was due to my chubby fingers and a few too many glasses of sav. I sent the session to Charlie and woke up to it finished. I remember sort of laughing at how insane the hooks were. I also thought it was Charlie singing pitch shifted at first!


there’s a rumor going around that not every single last one of you has purchased our EP called “IT ALL MIGHT BE OK.” mom says its the greatest EP ever made, even though I’m not entirely convinced she knows what an EP really is. In any case, we are exceptionally proud of it, and you should buy it now. It really does mean a lot to us when people *buy* music, so THANK YOU KINDLY and HAPPY XMAS.

Seriously, though. Thank you so much to all of you who have supported this band and who have signed up for this mailing list on one of our haphazard sign-up sheets at the merch table or elsewhere. It means the world to us that you’re a member of our team, and I honestly can’t wait to share more new music and to see you all again and to meet all of your friends who we haven’t met yet so we can convince them to get on board . Because this is going to be a very fun year for WATERS .

I just so love this Singer Songwriter from London, he has such an amazing vocal and this new track from the up and coming UK Luke Sital-Singh; ‘Tornado Town’ is a tender and lovelorn choice cut from his forthcoming Tornadoes EP, which is out 3rd November on Parlophone. This session finds the young musician up on a London rooftop, solely strumming on his acoustic guitar, offering an intense and personal take on the track.