Posts tagged as "shoegaze"
  • Whistlejacket – Melt

    Music serves many roles for me – it can be restorative, sympathetic or soothing.  But the purpose I value most of all is when it’s escapist; when all I want is to run away, and a song  magics a door out of thin air.  ”Step through here,” it says, “leave all that behind for a while,” it says, “stay as long as you want,” it says, “slow down,” it says, and I do, I so gladly do.  This scuzzy, droney, groggy, shoegazey single by emerging London psychs Whistlejacket boasts that blessed quality.  (thanks to Sexbeat)

  • Jamie Isaac – She Dried

    Nice, really nice – the tortured new single from South London’s Jamie Isaac.  It’s from his forthcoming second EP, Blue Break, out in March through House Anxiety.

  • Halls – Aside

    This is glum as fuck.  No two ways about it.  But, heck, it’s beautiful: beautiful in its solemn, burly vocals, beautiful in its regal woodwind, beautiful in its unexpectedly up-tempo (despite said glumness) beat.  Plaintive has never been so pleasing.  I also like how, just when you’re expecting a second chorus or whatever we’re calling the instrumental refrain, Halls‘ new song just ends, without fanfare or flourish, just simply ends.

    Aside is the most recent release from Love To GiveHalls‘ second album, due on 10 February, next Monday, via No Pain In Pop.  Halls is playing The Shacklewell Arms on 17 February, next Monday week.

  • Groves

    by matteo palmieri

    Here’s something unusual for a Sunday morning.  For over two minutes, Encore involves slow, snoozy swirls of guitar noise: astro-pop as Groves themselves call it.  Then suddenly, after a yawny lull, a full vocal kicks in, remembering an isolated moment in a maudlin tone, and the fivepiece take us off into shoegaze or mumblecore territory, Deptford Goth with grunt, a bottom-of-the-barrel blues dirge.  How wonderful to hear something so inventive.

  • Arthur Beatrice – Vandals

    I thought I was seeing Arthur Beatrice play tonight… only to find out the gig’s next Tuesday instead.  Nevermind: it gives me more time to fall for this gentle new song, which, rather like a The xx song that’s not fronted by Romy, feels strange and foreign with Ella consigned to second vocalist.  The week’s delay also means I can turn up to the show having purchased Carter, for the EP – which this song hails from – comes out on Monday.