Firstly, apologies for the lack of blogs in recent days – o2 decided to cut my internet for reasons as yet unclarified.
Do you ever stare at someone from a window on the top deck of a slow-moving bus, stuck in traffic perhaps, and imagine intricacies of their lives? You give them a name, a job, a tragic love story, an imminent deadline. You lend them character and make vivid assumptions based on their shoes, based on the purpose of their walk. It’s a warm, detached pastime, made so by the window pane that separates their world from yours, and by the atmospheric stupor of Chew Lips‘ edgy synthpop in your ears. These being mostly stark, gently droning tunes, pairing the shrill voice of singer Tigs with sparkly electro rhythms, and perfect for watching the world go by.
Despite their debut album only just appearing, Chew Lips have been on the blog scene for a while. Their momentum seems to be growing, though - check out this recent SXSW praise from the Evening Standard. The London band are playing Cargo on Friday 30 April if you want to be ahead of the game. Tickets here.
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MP3: Chew Lips – Play Together
…depends which bus route I’m on – and if I can ignore the oiks at the back with their tinny ‘Grime’ or Lady Gaga sheeeeeeite.
I’m more captious though – rather than give them lives I just pick them apart. It’s a London fing.