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Review: Everything Everything – Arc

14 Jan

Arc

A lot has been written already about the sophomore release from Everything Everything; those intelligent indie popsters (they have degrees in Popular Music remember) famed for making music that surprises and doesn’t follow contemporary rules. The majority of the words that have thus far been written, as with the majority that have been spoken, have been about how Arc doesn’t fit the mould they made with Man Alive. The words are about how their sound, that was once so multifaceted you could tie your body in knots trying to dance to it, has suddenly become so much more accessible.

It’s odd that such words have been written about a band whose debut hit the Top 20, but so many were the ideas and layers that the relative simplicity of Arc has caught many by surprise. It’s important to note the word relative there as while this is more straightforward a listen than Man Alive, there is still much more going on than in the average chart bothering pop.
Whether this is a sign of a band maturing or a conscious move to increase mainstream appeal further, we wouldn’t like to say but this does feel much more focused and something people will be able to connect with live as well as on the stereo.

Arc begins at a frantic pace with, the apparently London riots inspired, “Cough Cough” which is an invigorating, and pulsating listen. Jonathan Higgs still sings at a pace that makes it hard to determine the lyrical content but the infectious frenzy of “Cough Cough” renders that no more than a minor quibble. The infection continues with “Kemosabe” which bounces along and seems tailor made for a live-show sing-a-long with its ‘hey’ peppered chorus.

It is “Duet” though that stands out; it is Everything Everything’s Coldplay moment, if Coldplay sounded more like Peter Gabriel doing indie. Perhaps the most straightforward pop song on Arc, “Duet” has a lighters-in-the-air chorus and a string section that sweeps the whole thing along. It also has about 17 other elements and quirks, a big guitar-led denouement and makes reference to ‘an acropolis for the taking’; so when we say straightforward pop, we mean in the context of the world Everything Everything inhabit. It’s very different to where the rest of us reside but it‘s a fabulous place to visit.

As good as Arc is, there are still some issues with pacing, considering its frenetic opening the album slows considerably by halfway and it is maybe two or three tracks too long, suffering from drag in the final act. It is though a much more coherent record and shows signs of a band maturing and getting to grips with how to manage their own eccentricities in such a way as to engage and entertain the widest possible audience. Man Alive hit Top 20 and garnered a Mercury nomination; it would be a surprise if Arc didn’t at least match those achievements; it’s no less than it deserves.

Arc is out now on RCA and available digitally on iTunes or physically from the band directly.


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In Review: Of Monsters and Men – My Head Is An Animal

24 Sep

It’s always a wonderful feeling when you find music that you enjoy so much, that you immediately go on the hunt for more from the same artist. That was exactly where we found ourselves a few months ago when, whilst contributing to another website, we heard “Little Talks”. The lead single from Iceland’s Of Monsters and Men, along with its spectacular video was already attracting some serious attention in the States and the band was selling out venues wherever they went.

One such venue was The Lexington in London where a packed crowd of curious music lovers were swept away on a wondrous journey. A crowd that, for the most part, was not familiar with much more than the aforementioned “Little Talks” yet by the end of the show, felt like they knew each song intimately. It is this immediacy and accessibility of their music that serves the debut album so well, that allows the audience to connect with it so readily.

Only released in the UK within the last month, My Head Is An Animal was originally released in Iceland in 2011 and in the US and other countries earlier this year. What the rest of the world have been able to enjoy for so long and that we are just now catching up with, is an album of rich indie-folk sounds overflowing with charm and whimsy. Largely fantastical in content, the listener is drawn in by its storybook feel. The songs evoke childhood memories, of fairytales, extraordinary adventures across Tolkien-esque landscapes and mythical beasts. All of which is presented by big, full sounds enriched by brass and accordion.

They don’t only do imagination and wonder though; emotion and human nature also play their part. In “Love Love Love” for example which adds fragility and a sense of susceptibility by eschewing percussion. Once you realise the drums are missing, the effect is disarming and the song immediately feels exposed and vulnerable. It is a lovely contrast to the strong and confident early sounds of the album, “Dirt Paws”, “Mountain Sound” and “Little Talks” are bold tales, laden with hey’s and la la la’s. Ready made for an audience to latch on to and sing along with, even if they have never heard the songs before. It’s magnificent and quite probably our favourite album of the year so far. Nothing has even come close to the amount of airtime this has received (thanks to the import copy we picked up some months ago) and it is never far from the stereo. Go get it, you won’t be disappointed.



My Head Is An Animal is out now and can be bought directly from the band. Look out for our competition later this week for your chance to win a signed CD of the album.

In Review: Conveyor – Conveyor

16 Jul

Conveyor is a band. We know this because their website says so, but frankly, that’s where conventional classification starts and stops. Born in Florida but now residing in the musical hotbed of Brooklyn, these four guys (Timothy John Masters, Evan Michael Garfield, G Alan Busch Jr and Michael Ryan Pedron) are playing with music like no-one else at the moment.

Following last year’s debut EP, the excellent Sun Ray, could have proved tricky for some, but Conveyor more than matches its shorter, elder brother, Interestingly, the band chose to write much of the album whilst recording rather than go in with their songs almost fully formed and ready. It’s an approach that clearly works, allowing them to capture ideas and follow their evolution. The album feels not only organic and cohesive as a result, but alive, tentacles of pop melodies, tribal drums, harmonies and layer upon layer of sumptuous noise creeping out, feeling its way into your soul.

It’s clear that these guys love sound; that might appear to be a flippant comment but it’s a quality that must not be dismissed lightly. Throughout the album, they take and manipulate sound, bending, shaping and twisting it until it feels just right. On first listen it may appear that these sounds are quickly discarded so they may play with another, veering off on a sonic tangent heading for who knows where. Listen again and you’ll not only wonder how they could have gone anywhere else, but you’ll hear the bubbling undercurrent of that which they left behind, echoing through the hills and valleys of this new soundscape. On Conveyor, sound begets sound.

This is perfectly encapsulated within the sublime “Right Sleep”, which itself moves through at least three distinct phases. Seamlessly blending from infectious indie pop to near a capella vocal harmonies and on to a dramatic, vibrating instrumental, all of which is immediately followed by the mariachi-esque “Mom Talk”. Sounds bonkers right? It totally works.

If all that feels a bit too experimental, arty and off-putting for you, fear not. This is not a difficult album to enjoy, far from it, loving Conveyor is easy to do. Choruses are as catchy as a childhood virus and just as difficult to shake; “Short Hair” in particular is immune to vaccination and will live within your head for weeks. As will the aforementioned “Mom Talk”; we never thought we would be singing along with lyrics like “Hey Mom,/Hey Mom/Hey Mom/Hey Mom/Hey Mom/Hey Mom/What do you want to talk about today?” but we do each and every time the album is on.

It would be easy to dismiss these two tracks as being out of keeping with the remainder of the record but in actuality they are very much an extension of this sonic embrace. Throughout Conveyor disparate patterns of sound and light are forged and the vocals are an essential element. Here, you can imagine them around a fire on a beach, singing and entertaining, elsewhere, on “Reach”, “Mukraker” and “All” for example, they are another aspect of the sound, layer upon multi-faceted layer intertwine, pitch and sprawl like a barbershop-quartet on acid.

Conveyor is a bold and confident debut album from a band that isn’t afraid to let the music lead them. The sounds are intricate and complex yet feel so simple and inviting, playful yet intense. It’s quite an achievement from a band so young and one that many other bands would not have had either the inclination or conviction to attempt, but as we know, Conveyor is not like other bands.

Conveyor is out tomorrow (17 July) via Paper Garden records. You can pre-order the album here on clear vinyl, CD or digitally.

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In Their Own Words: Conveyor on Conveyor / Listen: New Conveyor Single – “Mane” / Watch/Listen: Conveyor – “Right Sleep” / Listen: Conveyor preview new single, “Mukraker” / EPs Of The Year

In Review: Highlands – Singularity

6 Jul

Harking back to the past for sonic influence is very much de rigueur at the moment. Bands left, right and centre are rummaging through old record collections and gorging themselves on sounds and styles, before selecting the juiciest morsels to add to their own concoctions and serve up a modern take on an old favourite. The early nineties guitar sounds has made something of a comeback in the last 18 months or so, challenging the 80’s for retro sound of choice for the aspiring musician.

While bands have plundered this period of late for their own means, none have had the audacity to try and travel back in time and move in. None until Highlands that is. This four-piece from Long Beach, California (of all places) have jumped in the Delorean, gunned it to 88 and shot through to Oxford, England 1991 where their swirled, dronesome shoegaze sound fits right in with the scene.

Listen to Singularity and you too will be transported through time. The clubs are dark and close, the fixtures and fittings rumble from the incessant low hum of a fuzzy bass noise. Riding this wave is a stoned, hazy guitar that, in the odd moment of lucidity, stands and fights the tide. The jangly, discordant wail against the deep monophonic grind. The battle reverberates through musician and crowd alike, they pitch and sway as one, buffeted by the psychedelic sounds and feedback as they close in around you.

Singularity may only be seven tracks and 33 minutes long, but you’ll need to come up for air once it’s done.

Singularity is out now via the Highlands Bandcamp page

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In Review: Exlovers – Moth

4 Jul

Three years after first attracting attention on the London scene, exlovers have finally released their debut album, Moth. You could, if you were so inclined, say they have finally emerged from their cocoon. That though would suggest that they have been hibernating, waiting for the long cold winter to pass and for warmer weather to come and awaken them from their slumber.

There are two main problems with that however; Peter Scott, Laurel Sills and the band have certainly not been hibernating, they have been working and striving to craft and finesse their sound for release. Also, while their music sounds perfectly suited to the sun-kissed days of summer, this is the UK, waiting for the sunshine is akin to resisting the Borg, futile.

Perhaps then Moth is perfectly suited to the British climate after all, as we hardly get any sun of our own we must embrace it vicariously through the warm melodies and, feather-light boy-girl harmonies contained within. The album has a decidedly vintage feel as well, like a memory of summers past, playing out as kids on those bright days that went on forever, all captured for posterity on camera. Close your eyes as you listen and you see lens flare, the dog-eared corners of old Polaroids, blue skies and endless smiles.

As well as blending their vocals with sumptuous effect, Scott, Sills et al have gone retro for inspiration. Like an instagram Bill & Ted, they’ve travelled back through time and plucked sonic nuggets from our past and brought them back to the present for our enjoyment. Surf-pop, indie-rock, dreampop, shoegaze, wobbly lo-fi riffs, they are all in there and together they sound lovely.

Moth is out now through the Young & Lost Club label and available digitally

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