Dancer - Man Of Distinction/R.AGGS - Uncertainty
Bloody hell, Dancer, they've only just on Friday released their split LP with Whisper Hiss and now here comes another split, this time a limited 7" with Ray Aggs of so, so many great things that's included in the price of their 30th November gig at Glasgow's The Old Hairdressers, though there will we're assured be a limited number otherwise available. Dancer's half is jittery and hosts one of those repeated riffs that feels like it's always been around; Aggs for their part plays with gradually enveloping electro beats before the trademark hi-life spidery guitar makes a connective appearance.
Laundromat Chicks - Cameron
Our Viennese favourite return with a rattling uneven jangle of sexual confusion reminiscent to us of mid-00s Swedish contenders Cats On Fire. Third album next year!
The Pill - Scaffolding Man
Like A Certain Other Band, The Pill are two women from the Isle Of Wight who formed a band together in 2019 and deal in a forthright playful scrappy urgency and sexually sardonic lyrics. Bale Of Hay was possibly the year's most weirdly addictive debut single, and now they're dealing with being seen in the bath by the titular workman delivered in a way that makes it seem like they're not sure how to react. It seems like they'll be doing a lot of festivals over the next year; cult status, and potentially more, awaits.
Stuart Pearce - Fuck No, I Jangle
Well, that's your description right there. The band Stuart Pearce - from, yes, Nottingham - have been a lot more forceful, accelerating jerky and socio-politically driven over previous releases. Now they retreat to a vaguely stompy, psych-drenched shimmer that seems like it could have been released either immediate side of Madchester.
Winter Gardens - U/U
Brighton's Winter Gardens have been on the periphery of something big for quite a few years now and might be at least on the way to finding it with this not quite electro, not quite shoegaze, not quite post-punk meeting point of tension and uncomfortability where guitars alternately dart and swell, synths aim for the skies as if they got lost from an actual anthem and drums aim for the industrial, on top of which Ananda Howard delivers sung/spoken counterpoints.
Young Knives - Dissolution
Yep, he's still calling himself the House Of Lords. The brotherly duo's last two albums took a deliberate turn away from the associations of their hitmaking era to embrace dark electronics and industrial noise. Now, maybe due to reissuing those first two records last year, they've gone back to embracing something akin to it, not least in titling January's seventh album Landfill. So, stop-start riffs and rhythms and sardonic semi-spoken vocals meet the awkwardness - think early XTC or Pere Ubu at their most approachable - and the lyrical consideration of ego death.
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