Cold Specks - How It Feels
There's no point noting it seems to have been a while since we heard from Toronto's Ladan Hussein (who seems to have dropped the Al Spx identity of yore) because it absolutely is, the first Cold Specks track in seven years after a period of mental health issues and manic episodes still exhibiting her extraordinary, raw "doom soul" voice, trembling with emotion on a spare but ultimately triumphant in the wreckage piano ballad reminiscent of the approach on last year's substantial Corinne Bailey Rae album, augmented with Owen Pallett composed strings and Terry Edwards adding yet another name to his attempt to provide brass for every act that has ever existed (OK, you name another direct link between Madness and Lydia Lunch)
Delivery - Digging The Hole
After a debut album last year that found a big fan in Henry Rollins, the Melbourne five-piece just got signed to Heavenly, also hope of compatriots King Gizzard & the Lizzard Wizzard and Confidence Man - quite some chasm musically between those two. Delivery are much on the left hand side, synthesising that strain of garage rock that Australians seem much better at than most with more than a hint of the Flying Nun house sound and just small enough a classic rock influence, coming out somewhere adjacent to Parquet Courts. They're over for some dates in late July/early August including Latitude festuval (and Tramlines, where they'll stand out a mile)
Hello Mary - Three
We were introduced to the NY trio about a month ago where we noted their switch from obtuse post-punk to sunny guitar pop suggested they had plenty of stylistic interest to offer on upcoming album Emita Ox, out on September 13th on Frenchkiss. Now they're something else again, an unspooling quasi-epic that subtly shifts from daydreaming in the melodic glow not unlike the other latter Mary we've taken a shine to, Mary In The Junkyard, then dissolving into dissonant fuzzy noise for a bit. And they're coming over at the turn of the seasons for End Of The Road, Manchester and Edinburgh Psych Fests and somewhere that may well take them to their bosoms more than most, the Windmill.
julie - clairbourne practice
TikTok shoegaze is usually shit, so finding julie are an LA shoegaze band with an atypically large amount of streams might have made us turn back. Luckily we saw them last year so knew better, and the first single from forthcoming album my anti-aircraft friend, with its quiet-loud dynamics where the "quiet" bits are coiled and harmonic whereas the loud bits are surging... well, coupled with general wooziness and drumming that lapses into the arrythmic it's all quite MBV influenced but that's no bad thing, though with the untutored male/female voices and melodic sense they also make us think of a disortion pedalled bar italia. Even look a tiny bit like them.
THE NONE - Pigs Need Feeding
Comprising people who used to be in Youth Man, Cassels, Frauds and, well, Bloc Party (bassist Gordon Moakes), THE NONE are noiserock as all out, bringing Jesus Lizard-recalling earthquake frequences and overarching blistering guitar outbursts to Kaila Whyte's laser focused energies. MATTER EP is out August 29th.
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