Cor, one listen to this and the testosterone is pouring off me. Wanna fight? I’ll fuck you right up, yah fucken cunt. Comeoverhereandsaythattomyfuckenface. A gritty concoction of furious drums, wild west guitar blitzes and drone vocals, Tense Men‘s new single wouldn’t be out of place on either a Tarantino soundtrack or an illegal vid about East London dog fights. It’s as antisocial and gnarly as garage-rock comes.
Tense Men is a trio comprising members of Sauna Youth, Cold Pumas and Omi Palone among others. RNRFON hails from a new mini LP, Where Dull Care Is Forgotten, released on Monday via Faux Discx on 12″ vinyl and digitallu.
Until this is over. Until this is over…
Last time round on Eden, Ben Khan was similarly strummy, but with his vocals and personality much more subdued, the song much more hesitant. Savage is far dancier by comparison, yet still super-tight; a perfect Friday-nighter in other words.
There’s something deeply magical about Silk Road, a track from the current Fabricstate EP by London-based artist and composer Hannah Peel. It has a smoky, folky air, but also ripply harps, analogue sounds and the solemnest solo vocal finish. Set somewhere in the hinterland between digital and traditional, the song’s at once both old and new.
And Fabricstate as a whole is full of the unexpected. Just listen to the list of influences: Hannah’s love for the golden age of cinema, Italo Calvino’s 1972 book Invisible Cities, the imagined travels of Kubla Khan, the loneliness of living in big cities, the failure and building of new relationships, the dreams of a better future. The more intense title track is my second favourite:
One of a series of the title track on Planningtorock‘s new album is by South London-based producer Mokadem. In her hands, All Love’s Legal becomes a sparse, spacious beast, gone all abstract and metaphysical: it’s like an electro representation of being lost at sea, bobbing along with the occasional glimpse of land or birds, and only a distant sense of time, of when yesterday ended and tomorrow might just begin. (via Dummy)
Isn’t it funny how suddenly you can miss someone? You can be totally fine for years, and then one random day, one random walk, you stumble on a meaningful spot, inadvertently summon a memory, and, bang, you’re struggling.