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Review: “Stella Splendens” by Bishopskin

Single artwork for “Stella Splenden”

London-based avant-garde group Bishopskin have released a new single, a reworked version of a 14th Century hymn titled “Stella Splendens.”

Released through Isolar Records, the single precedes the group’s debut album, Babble, which is set for release in October. 

The song is described as “blending 14th Century Latin hymns with the jubilant energies of Ukrainian folk” in a statement released by Blue Moon Press, which certainly sets it apart from many of the other songs being released in this day and age. Upon listening to the track for the first time, however, I noticed several other genres thrown into the pot. The opening guitar has a bit of a reggae feel to it, something in the vein of early Specials records. Soon after, the vocals come in. Two part harmonies ride the waves created by a strange time signature (it appears to be three measures of ¾ time, followed by a measure of 2/4 time).

Bishopskin courtesy of Backseat Mafia

The combination of percussive electric guitar and Latin lyrics coalesces surprisingly nicely. However, the track continues to build, with drums, bass, and a myriad of additional vocals harmonies joining in around the 30-second mark. Discordant strings and occasional yelps cut through the mix, keeping listeners on their toes. “Jubilant” is certainly an accurate word to describe the song, since all I wanted to do once the rest of the instruments kicked in was dance.

In the middle of the song, there is a violin solo. Nowadays, strings are so polished and airy that they might as well just be replaced by synthesizers. However, the strings here are raw, and one can truly hear the strokes of the bow against the strings. As someone who used to play viola in school, these sounds were wonderful to hear. The absence of vocals during this section also allows the listener to hear even more of the hidden sounds contained in this song. For example, at one point there is a lilting piano that sounds fresh out of a late-60’s Beatles song. The fact that so many instruments can be worked so subtly into a song such as this is truly remarkable.

The biggest curveball comes at the back end of the song, though: a full blown electric guitar solo. The distortion is on and the guitar screams over the stabbing strings and chaotic vocals. It is a perfect way to bring the song to a close, as this is in fact the end of the song. Hardly two and a half minutes, and this heady revelry comes to a grinding halt. I have to give props to the band for knowing how to leave the listener wanting more.

Bishopskin courtesy of Hard of Hearing Magazine

That last statement is the truth, too. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to this song. It was a different experience, but it had enough elements of music I liked that I felt at home during its short duration. The band also sounds like they were having a great time making the track as well, with the liveliness of the instrumentation and the yelps from the background singers giving the song an almost live feel, which is only increased by the unpolished feeling of the recording. There are occasionally discordant notes, things that sound just slightly out of tune, but this makes the song feel that much more real and in-the-moment.

Overall, “Stella Splendens” is a perfect marriage of inspiration, musical talent, and people having a good time, and I highly recommend it.

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Adventures in Limbo with Saul Adamczewski

It’s fitting that the final performance of Saul Adamczewski’s latest album, Adventures in Limbo, was staged in a gothic church in South London. Seated in a worn wooden chair on a dais banked with overblown white roses and candle-light, directly above a 300-year-old-crypt, in a church named for the patron saint of the disabled, Adamczewski leant forward into the mic and intoned: “Dearly beloved… we are gathered here today… to celebrate… me.” Everything changes, nothing changes at all. Selah!

After an extended period residing in France, Adamczewski spent the early spring on a sold-out UK tour of the album alongside Marley Mackey (Warmduscher, Insecure Men, the Coward) and Aidan Clough. The songs on Adventures in Limbo run the gamut from a tender ballad for notorious boxer Paul Sykes, a brutal obit to a love affair gone cold, a suitably dirge-y number dubbed “Kent” (“It used to be called ‘Old Bastard’ but I changed it to ‘Kent,’ ” Adamczewski prefaced with a knowing smirk) to a sweet lament about waiting around for Fat Whites guitarist Adam J Harmer. Accompanied by flute, clarinet, trumpet, piano, organ, drums, and a musical saw, and in the service of a frank but tender lyricism, Adamczewski’s voice sounded sweeter, smoother, than in previous years. All angles like Picasso’s guitarist, his blue eyes staring piercingly out from beneath a drifter’s newsboy cap, at intervals he would make a sound half-way between the whine of a kicked dog and the desolate bray of a sobbing child, as though mocking his own honesty. The overall effect of the show was to hold the audience in a perfect and vaguely disconcerting thrall.

A couple of days afterwards, I met with Adamczewski to talk about the album at a pie-and-mash shop in South London. He was accompanied by Jeanie Crystal, renowned DJ, filmmaker, and founder of FabooTV. On the ninth of this month, Crystal and Adamczewski are staging an all-night drone concert under a “secret” railway arch near Brixton station, with more collaborations to follow. (Upon their arrival, they announced that they’d just decided that the next incarnation of Insecure Men will be called, “Jeanie Crystal’s Insecure Men.”)

Totally Wired: When did you start writing Adventures in Limbo?
Saul Adamczewski: I started writing it on various Fat Whites tours around when Serf’s Up came out. Just on the tour bus. I found this new open guitar tuning, so all the songs on the album are written in the same key. I started writing these songs, but I thought they were a bit, like, wet. Soft. I was embarrassed about that. I was just embarrassed about being earnest in music. I wasn’t going to put it out as a record. It was only because my friend Marley Mackey, who’s in Warmduscher, and Ben Romans-Hopcraft, they kind of convinced me that I should try to make a record out of it. The melody and writing is all me, but Lias (Saoudi) came to the studio. Basically, all the songs were written, and I had some of the lyrics, and we just spent a week in the studio recording it and Lias was just in a room writing lyrics as we were making it. Like a kind of factory. Most of it’s a kind of collaboration, I’d say.

Totally Wired: Where does the title of the album come from?

Saul Adamczewski: Adventures in Limbo is the name of a book by this guy Austin Osman Spare who was a cult painter and writer and magician. He’s from Southwark, which is where I’m from. Or where I lived. So, I stole the name from him. And then the album got like, caught in limbo for three years. I think it’s cos I tormented his spirit, and he cursed me, basically. I really believe that. Yeah, cos I lived in his flat. I lived in his old flat. There’s too many weird connections. There’s a song on the album called ‘A.O.S’ and I wrote that song by taking magic mushrooms and going into a sauna and getting into this really uncomfortable yoga position. I tried to put my legs behind my head. It wasn’t a real yoga position, I made it up. I read that A.O.S used to do the same thing.

Totally Wired: Were you by yourself?

Saul Adamczewski: I was by myself. And then I tried to… I’m not going to pretend that I like, summoned the spirit of Austin Spare…

Totally Wired: Well, it sounds like you did manage it…

Saul Adamczewski: Well, yeah… I came out of the sauna, and I had the whole tune in my head. So, maybe he wrote that song.

Totally Wired: I think you can safely say that you summoned him. 

Saul Adamczewski: Yeah, I summoned him. He wrote the song and it’s on the record. Even though he’s dead.

Totally Wired: I mean, that is a lot of effort: mushrooms, extreme heat, contortion.

Saul Adamczewski: Yeah. 

Totally Wired: I was curious about “The Ballad of Paul Sykes.” What was it about Paul Sykes that made you want to write specifically a ballad about him? What drew you in?

Saul Adamczewski: Have you watched the videos of him and stuff like that? He was a boxer, and he wrote a book called Sweet Agony. He was a kind of debt-collector/gangster/criminal. You ever seen that video of him where he’s talking about beating up a shark? He goes, “I’ll tell you how to beat up a shark. Just punch sharks straight in the fooking face. That’s how you deal with sharks.” He’s just a bullshitter. He was like one of those psychopaths, but he’s like an artist. He was friends with Charles Bronson and Ronnie Kray. All the ones who were nuts and a bit fabulous. They killed people, but they were also very into painting and writing. There’s a really good documentary about him where he’s just talking about how most criminals are really boring idiots. Sweet Agony is about his life, but it’s full of lies. He had two kids—two sons—and in the documentary, there’s this scene where he, like, catches them taking money out of their mum’s purse. And he sits them down. And they’re like these little boys. And there’s this horrible, like, sense of serious violence and they’re just terrified of him. Both his sons are in prison for life for murder, and he ended up homeless in Wakefield. Kids used to set him on fire. He was like a local legend, but he ended up sleeping rough and so like it became kind of a local sport to like…they would, like, douse him, and he got set on fire. I dunno, it’s like a tragic story but also, he’s really funny, and he had an amazing way with words. So, I thought I’d write a ballad for him.

Totally Wired: The line, in “The Ballad of Paul Sykes,” that goes “I see a piece of myself in everybody,” …is that you talking, or you talking as him?

Saul Adamczewski: That’s him. I don’t think I’m anything like Paul Sykes. There was this side to him where he thought he was kind of like a do-gooder, a community man. And like, he set up this thing where he wanted people to send their kids to him so he could discipline them. He would do auctions where he auctioned off serial killers’ paintings so that he could build a community center for the local kids in Wakefield. He was like a working-class hero.

Saul Adamczewski and band shot at St Giles Cathedral in Camberwell, London by the inimitable Lou Smith @lousmithphoto.

Totally Wired: Do you have any plans to release the second Insecure Men album?

Saul Adamczewski: We’re still making it. We’re going to finish making it this year. 

Totally Wired: Is it going to be called Jeanie Crystal’s Insecure Men?

Saul: Well, me and Jeanie are going to start doing a lot of art and performance stuff together.

Jeanie Crystal: Saul’s been making a lot of drone music, and I have an interest in performance art, so it just seems like a natural thing to do, to meld those two things within a space. The first one we’re going to do is next month, with a drone orchestra and few of my most favorite performers are going to come in.

Saul Adamcewski: And do some weird shit.

Jeanie Crystal: Yeah!

Totally Wired: You’re known for your stellar ability to write melody. Making drone music must be quite a different process. When did your interest in drone music start?

Saul Adamczewski: Well, I really got into listening icicle music and long pieces of music. And I mean, honestly, it also goes hand-in-hand with doing lots of opiates. It’s a well-trodden path, I suppose. But what I really liked about making the music was this thing where you lose all sense of time while you’re making it… you don’t know how long you’ve been doing it for, until you just stop doing it. It’s like you can slow down time.

Totally Wired: Like you can kind of create your own space and then get lost in it?
Saul Adamczewski: Yeah, kind of! It’s like something where you can leave your mind.

Totally Wired: Because you’re not trying to enunciate anything or directly tell a story?
Saul Adamczewski: You don’t have to do anything. All you’re trying to do is nothing. 

Totally Wired: Which is not easy.
Saul Adamczewski: It isn’t! You’re trying to do as little as possible. It’s like a different way of thinking about music. And then I only wanted to do that. And then there’s the potential to do film stuff, performance stuff.

Photograph by Lou Smith @lousmithphoto

Totally Wired: When did you begin painting? 

Saul Adamczewski: I don’t know. When I was a teenager, when I was at school, I really wanted to go to art school. I would love to have gone to Central Saint Martins. I thought I was going to succeed in art, and I failed my art GCSE. It just disheartened me, so I gave up on making art. And then… how did that happen? I don’t know. I always liked drawing cartoons. And then people just said, “Oh, you should try painting.” You know John Lurie, Painting with John? John Lurie was in the band the Lounge Lizards. He has a TV show on HBO, Painting with John. He was friends with Basquiat and people like that. He’s not that great, technically, at painting, but what he said was, like, just don’t give up and keep going until you’re happy with it. Make loads of mistakes and then paint over them. I started doing that.

You can hear Saul Adamczewski’s latest project, the Penge Sinfonia, at the Hidden Railway Arch near Brixton Station on June 9th from 7pm to 5am with special performances curated by the inimitable Jeanie Crystal. You can purchase his paintings via occasional drops on Instagram @saul.adamczewski.

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Maggie The Cat: Donne Moi Ta Chose

Released on October 25th, “Donne Moi Ta Chose” is the third single from Maggie the Cat’s forthcoming album on Trashmouth Records (the title of which remains shrouded in delicious anticipation). Expect kitsch, campy glamour with avant-garde pop leanings and generous lashings of the old Madonnatron witches’ brew that we all know and love.

With her white-blonde hair, enormous kohl-lined blue eyes and soulful, crystalline voice, Maggie embodies a Hollywood starlet by way of south London with a sense of humor and a license to kill. Add that to her smart and imaginative songs about desire, murder, bloodshed, longing (and now, in French!) and what more could you possibly want from a pop chanteuse?

“Donne Moi Ta Chose” is described in the label’s release notes as “… a playful dose of scornful disco-sleaze, a mechano-electronic disco anthem for the shameless & the obscene.” The lyrics manage to be both funny and erotic (a difficult task to accomplish, indeed). The line, “savouring your trash/rutting in the aftermath. . .” conjures images of Ann-Margret in Tommy, frolicking in baked beans, melted chocolate and champagne bubbling inexplicably out of a smashed television set and into her white satin bedroom. It’s sexy, funny, weird, a bit surreal, and very, very Maggie. 

Maggie also recently guest-starred on the acid house supergroup Decius’s latest single, “Show Me No Tears,” her husky, soulful vocals dripping deliciously down over the throbbing techno beat. The video for the single shows a slew of orgiastic scenes from the proverbial casting couch, shot in handheld “gonzo-porn” style (to borrow a phrase from Irina Sturges). The track will feature on Decius’s upcoming debut album, Decius Vol. 1.

“Donne Moi Ta Chose” is out now on Trashmouth Records. You can buy the single at the link below. https://maggiethecattrashmouth.bandcamp.com/track/cry-baby-trashmouth-mix

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Children of the Pope: Thalidomide Boy

“It was madness and sadness and drinking and dope and tears and anger and harsh plaster smiles…many people were rip-smashed and optimistic, but some knew better…”—Steve Levine

We are living through strange days, passengers on a badly engineered, shoddily constructed suicidal roller coaster with no finite end, zipping hell bent for leather into a fiery sunset without so much as a complimentary nitrous oxide mask to ease the increasing discomfort of the journey. Perhaps the least honorable way to spill your blood in public (and on the internet) is by complaining, and let this not be viewed as a complaint or a critique of a demented situation, but as a careful documentation of it. We are off into the unknown, heading straight into the inner reaches of outer space without any sound knowledge of the territory or its laws. 

Music, as always, is a chief source of solace, a refuge and an escape, and this month we are afforded a bit more of it in the form of the Children of the Pope’s most recent single release: “Thalidomide Boy,” debuted on October 14th, on Isolar Records.

It’s a song that follows in the vein of the group’s beloved psych rock– dreamlike, but with a twist of hard-nosed guitar riffs and a storyline to break your heart. The vocals carry an eerie, ethereal echo, as if resounding up from some cold cavernous depth. It’s not a comforting song, not a song to kick back on the loveseat and sip a glass of wine to. But you have Sinatra for that. The Children of the Pope are here to serve a different purpose entirely. They have proved their prescience once again with a track that explores the age-old way we find succor (“he brings the laudanum/clasps his hands around the cross”) without ultimately being able to drive away despair (“and he shouts/ and he screams/for everyone to see/ he’s the kind of guy who ends up walking in the middle of the street.”) It’s a relatable, empathetic depiction of a pattern that cuts through all our lives, albeit in different ways and forms.

Juno Valentine, the group’s front man and chief lyricist, spoke about the song’s meaning in-detail: “The song is a short story I created about a juvenile opiate dealer who suffers from a sleep walking disorder and ends up in 24-hour peep shows and blue movie cinemas and makes that his home for a good part of the week. He’s a devout Christian, but still appreciates the smells and atmosphere of the cinema screen. I think the whole story originated from feeling like an outcast growing up… a surrealist exaggeration of my time as a teenager.”

You can catch the Children of the Pope live at the Windmill Brixton on October 29th. Tickets are on sale on the venue website, linked below.

https://www.windmillbrixton.co.uk/events/2022-10-29-halloween-hellhole-all-dayer-the-windmill

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How To Let Go – Sigrid

Wow, I cannot believe Sigrid invented music. That’s how I felt after hearing the latest LP from singer/songwriter/superstar Sigrid.

First of all, I’d like to point out that 2022 has gotten off to a fantastic start for the release of new music. Hell, this month alone has already made me nervous about just how this year’s wrap-up of our favourite albums will go down. But between you and I, I think I’ve found my winner.

Upon the release of “Mirror” last year, I was ecstatic about the potential of Sigrid’s next musical outing. Sucker Punch was already one of my favourite albums of 2019, but my goodness, the soundscape of Sigrid in 2021 blew me away. From “Mirror” to “Burning Bridges,” the heavy emphasis on this broader, heavier, and dirtier sound gave me goosebumps.

Opening track “It Gets Dark” majestically defines what you’re in for this time around. With the swooning string-led intro, tripping you up into a song carried by a groovy bassline, Sigrid is bigger than ever and wants to make that known. All throughout this album, Sigrid lets out her inner rockstar. Anyone who’s seen Sigrid live knows that she and the band put so much soul into their performances with a larger emphasis on a live sound, but translated into the recorded tracks such as “It Gets Dark?” My god, can you imagine how much this track will go off when played live? Can we, also, appreciate how beautiful the music video is? Stunning. And also a little bit mad. A planet snaps in half, and out comes Sigrid. I mean, what?

The depth of this album really is insane. It combines elements of 80s pop anthems, 90s club music, and, of course, a large pump of rock mixed right into the very flesh of How To Let Go. So much so that on “Bad Life,” we see a Bring Me The Horizon feature on the track. The sentiments of Sigrid’s writing are the same as ever, though, bringing you the purest of vibes to dance along to (and the words behind “Bad Life” are no exception).

Each track drenches you in power; it fills you with adrenaline and glee. Songs such as “Dancer” and “Mistake Like You” feel like the slow-mo part of your own film where you turn around and stand up for whatever it is you believe in. The beauty of Sigrid’s style radiates relatability in a way that anyone can identify with her tunes, and everyone can get down when the lights go down in the club or on the slow train home from work. There’s only so much I can type because words don’t do the album justice when the production, the melodies, and the lyrics all melt your heart, ready to hold you through the tears and grab your hand for the bops.

Every single dropped was a hit, so I don’t want to dwell too much on what you’re most likely to be more familiar with already. The deeper cuts of tracks such as “High Note,” “Dancer,” and “Risk Of Getting Hurt,” however, are magnificent. My absolute favourite track off the album that I’m 100% unashamedly and (probably unhealthily obsessed with) is “A Driver Saved My Night.” It does not need much explanation; it is ridiculously gorgeous and funky, and I absolutely love it.

I really feel like there’s something for everybody on this album; just take some time aside, stick your headphones on, and stream How To Let Go.

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WE – Arcade Fire

Has it really been five years since Everything Now, perhaps one of Arcade Fire’s most polarising albums? And my my, what a road we’ve been on since then. So, it begs the question: Arcade Fire, where are we at?

After the release of “The Lightning” I and II, we see that Win Butler and friends have taken a more traditional approach to their songwriting; not too dissimilar to sounds you’d find off any of their albums from Funeral to the Suburbs, but obviously with a much tighter approach to production. To me, WE sounds like the bridge between The Suburbs and Reflektor, and I’m all for it.

The album kicks off with “Age Of Anxiety I” and “II (Rabbit Hole),” and it’s a really strong start: the percussive breaths on “Anxiety I” make for a really effective way to almost unnerve you, and the beautiful piano hook that gets shaken off halfway through for this feistier synth-led other half. “Rabbit Hole” takes these same soundscapes but performs it in a way that almost leaves you in a trance. It gives big Reflektor vibes and prepares you for what the rest of the album has to offer.

“Unconditional I (Lookout Kid)” is a very sweet song. It feels like a hug straight from the band. Written with Win and Regine Chassagne’s son in mind, this wholesome track may come across as cheesy and cringey. If The 1975 can get away with it one minute and then sing about tucked-up erections the next, however, I really don’t see why Arcade Fire can’t write one with a more direct and sentimental approach. Yes, it may feel less three-dimensional than some of their earlier work, but I don’t think that should devalue anything else they do.

“Unconditional II (Race and Religion),” featuring the ever-wonderful Peter Gabriel, really brings those 80s vibes back into the mix (if you took off the vocals, I’d think you just played me something off the upcoming Stranger Things 4 soundtrack). It’s always a pleasure hearing the Regine-led tracks from Arcade Fire’s discography, and “Race and Religion” absolutely keeps that trend going. Having Gabriel on the roster of artists Arcade Fire have worked with is a blessing as they always know how to work with fantastic talent, and his contributions feel really at home here. I mean, shake up some of the instrumentation and it could be a Genesis track.

If you’ve listened to WE already, you may have noticed I haven’t mentioned anything about any of the “End of the Empire” tracks. Now, this again very well could just be personal preference, but every time I’ve played this album, the content of these tracks just doesn’t sink in and, instead, goes straight over my head; nothing pulls me in. This is a massive shame as I do seriously enjoy WE as an album otherwise. To have such a large portion of the record, around 10 minutes from the prelude throughout all 4 parts of the “Empire” tracks, somewhat affects my experience of WE. If you’re able to enjoy any of the “Empire” tracks, then absolutely all power to you; I hope to join you someday. Perhaps it’s just not the time yet for me to fully appreciate those songs.

The album as a whole certainly has an identity, but I won’t say it’s their most noteworthy work by any means. It’s a very back-to-basics approach that takes a lot of the best elements of Arcade Fire’s sound and streamlines them into one coherent record (which is absolutely fine, take it as a pallet cleanser if you will). I do, however, think that the production is slightly too polished. A lot of the time, I’m listening to the songs and feeling a build-up that’s never quite finished. In some cases, I think it’s literally just the dynamics of the mix, where something just isn’t loud enough, for example. Does that itself ruin the album for me? No, not at all. I think some albums are better suited to live performances, and from what I’ve seen so far, these songs do sound better in those settings.

I think this album will definitely be one that grows on people more as the days and months go by, and whilst it may not be the Neon Bible or Reflektor 2 that people will always seem to want (because realistically, people don’t know what they really want) we can always count on the fact that WE, will always have –

Fabulous music from the fantastic Arcade Fire.

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Fucking Hallelujah: Children of the Pope

The Children of the Pope—judging from the band’s name alone, you know you’re in for something good. Taking “fucking hallelujah!” as their slogan, they describe themselves as a “…religious group from South America and Europe currently based in London.” The band’s intense love for “…dirty guitars, manic shouting, and surrealist melodies,” culminates in just the sort of sound that would have gone over big at the Troubadour in ’68, and holds audiences spellbound today. The band’s rise since their formation in 2018 (in the “grimiest parts of South London,”) has been meticulously documented on video and film by Lou Smith, and they’ve shared stages alongside the likes of Insecure Men, Brian Destiny, and Honkies.

Their latest single “Junkie Girlfriend” is out today on Isolar Records. At first listen, it’s a tune that manages to be simultaneously fresh and nostalgic. Opening with jangling guitar and backing vocals reminiscent of early Beatles stuff, the Parlophone sessions …but no, wait, breaking away in a sharp shout from the sha-la-las come lyrics to shatter the illusion of finding comfort in nostalgia because here we are again, in the same old narcotic mess, the girl with the golden arm and the needle sticking out of it.

Children of the Pope filmed live at Venue MOT by the South London scene’s documentarian-in-chief, Lou Smith.

Beneath the upbeat vocals, the neat, almost martial drums, the jangling tambourine and bright guitar trailing down like drops of mercury, it’s all fun and games until somebody shoots a mainline, as the narrator notes of his paramour’s coping mechanism: “the way you smile at me/when you find your vein again.” Rather than getting tangled up in typical romantic tropes, the lyrics offer a gritty perspective into a fraught relationship and all the vacillations and sadly unanswerable questions that go with it: “What can I do/Over you?

Have a look at the band’s manifesto:

Manifesto!’ by the Children of the Pope.

Take it seriously or snap your fingers at it, react as you please, but, have a think. Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle—are we still in the thick of it? Its plot still a daily truth for millions? Sure. It’s prescient as hell, always has been. Even before it was written it was true. We’ve been post-Eden longer than memory reaches; it gets a little tiring, out here in the moral desert. To find such substance, such brazen intention, in a rock n’ roll outfit during an era when minds have become so collectively warped that it’s somehow considered acceptable to call Maroon 5 a rock band, is a welcome oasis indeed. As Pete Townshend said: “All good art cannot help but confront denial on its way to the truth.” Denial is a real blood sport these days, and the Children of the Pope are confronting it head-on, in the quest for some kind of truth. It’s out there somewhere. We just gotta keep looking for it.

“Junkie Girlfriend” is out today on Isolar Records. You can listen to (and buy!) the single at the link below. https://childrenofthepope.bandcamp.com

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Why We Love: Glasvegas

Glasvegas circa 2011. Photo courtesy of Wikipedia

I’ll never forget when I began listening to Scottish band Glasvegas. In seventh grade, I started branching out from the music I heard in the car or on the radio and almost accidentally started listening to them. My dad had received their 2008 self-titled debut album from my uncle, and because of that, I began listening to it. I immediately fell in love with the atmospheric, dense sonic world that Glasvegas created on the album. Songs such as “Geraldine,” “Go Square Go,” “Daddy’s Gone,” and “It’s My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry” tackled emotional themes while enveloping the listener in swirling guitars, rumbling bass, and simplistic yet effective drums. Although singer James Allen’s vocals were obscured by such a thick Scottish accent that I often had to look up the lyrics to understand what was being said, I still adored the album and still do to this day.

It turns out that I was not alone in my love for the album. After its release, it ended up going platinum, a big feat for an indie rock band. The band had actually formed years earlier in 2003, slowly working and building a fanbase over the years through constant touring, free demos, and a music video for the demo of “Daddy’s Gone.” This slow build in recognition meant that the album was a deserved smash hit, and Glasvegas enjoyed the benefits their self-titled album reaped.

In the years that followed, the band released two more albums: EUPHORIC /// HEARTBREAK \\\ in 2011, and Later…When The TV Turns to Static in 2013. Sadly, these albums did not perform as well critically or commercially as the debut album. Following the release of Static, the band’s output dried up with the exception of a small tour in 2014 to support the album. As the years went on and the band continued to remain silent, it seemed as though they had broken up. Allen’s struggles with drug use also painted the future of the band in a bleak light.

However, the band suddenly reemerged in 2018 to celebrate the 10 year anniversary of the debut album. They went on tour and re-released the album with a gold cover. They also released demos of the debut album to all streaming platforms. Then, three years later, the unexpected occurred: Glasvegas released their fourth album. Titled Godspeed, the album contains eleven tracks, two of which serve as interludes. Each of these tracks creates a world that not only harkens back to the debut album but also expands on it. The track “Stay Lit,” despite the title, is actually an acoustic guitar-driven track that has a morose, haunted feel to it. “In My Mirror,” one of the standout tracks on the album, pulses with a sense of urgency and contains some of Allen’s most impassioned vocals to date. “Dying to Live” runs in a similar vein, with Allen practically spitting out the lyrics in desperation over a tense instrumental. The tracks “Keep Me A Space” and “My Life Is A Glasshouse (A Thousand Stones Ago)” echo the first album with their sweeping textures and grand soundscapes.

It is nothing short of staggering that Glasvegas were able to make such a quality album after eight years. However, it is also not outside of the band to pull something like this off. After all, this is the same band that existed for five years before their debut album, slowly honing their sound and polishing their craft. Clearly, work ethic is a major part of Glasvegas’s ethos, which is something that must be admired. Many other bands would have folded under lesser circumstances, but with Godspeed, Glasvegas proves that they are made of tougher stuff.

Glasvegas’ new album Godspeed. Photo courtesy of XS Noise

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Brian Destiny: Brian’s Got Talent

Brian Destiny (aka Nathan Saoudi of Fat White Family) has been gigging around London as a solo act since 2019. His debut EP, Brian’s Got Talent, was released on February 4th; expect introspective, up-tempo songs from the melodic mastermind behind Fat White Family’s hits such as “Feet,” and “Tastes Good with the Money.” Featured on the EP alongside Brian Destiny are brothers Dante and Gamaliel Traynor, who produced, recorded and co-wrote much of the material.

The EP opens with, “Is It Gonna Be Love?” a track full of indefatigable optimism, featuring smooth, echoing, vocals from Brian Destiny punctuated by bouncing guitar and distant, droning sax. As the EP’s first single, it’s accompanied by a music video illustrating both the excitement and the emotional pain of the eternal quest for love.

“What If I Told You That,” is an old-school rocker, showcasing Dante Traynor’s fierce guitar, riffs like streaks of blue lightning over buzzing synth. It’s a tribute to the pain of that ironic final stage of growing up, when you’ve been an adult for a while but haven’t really had to take it seriously. Suddenly, you’ve got to go all the way and repress (or in this case, kill) your inner child: “What if I told you that/I killed a child/Thirty years old, so I took his life.” Despite the dark nature of its content, it’s impossible not to dance to. That’s part of the magic of Brian Destiny: inserting truthful, hard-hitting content, into songs that are also supremely danceable. 

Songs about duality and self-discovery seem to be a common theme with Destiny. On “Feed the Horse,” distorted, churning rhythms back the tale of a sobering revelation: “I never knew/I never could guess/the shadow of life/is the shadow of death.” The voyage culminates in an outsider intellectual’s increasing discontent with the general population’s blind conformity to societal expectations. “Everyone’s driving/Some people are flying/Where’s my horse?” Destiny sings, segueing into the unforgettable line, “Where’s my motherfucking giddy-up?” It’s a serious, heavy, song, but not so much so as to deny us a laugh. You might not catch that that the heavy backbeat mimics a horse’s galloping hoofbeats until the second listen; the song’s rich layers underscore its genius.

The final track of the EP, “Never Again,” is a gorgeous, haunting melody that kicks off with an ominous chord and melts into a tremulous, rippling keyboard. The lyrics are bittersweet, hopeful: “I know what can be taken/and I know what can be kept /I’m pretty good at math/the answer ain’t regret.” It ends in an orchestral swell of violin and cello à la Sergeant Pepper, courtesy of Gamaliel Traynor, with whispery, ethereal, flute from Alex White, and a bright, rich, trill of brass from Adam Chatterton as a final close-out.

Brian’s Got Talent is ultimately a tale of rebirth, of becoming. It looks to the future with hope, not fear. The cyclical nature of our existence is acknowledged, as is our main purpose—to love, and be loved, and to search for a place, albeit temporarily, in the surging course of it all, in which to simply be ourselves. After all, it takes a hell of a lot of courage to wake up every day and ask, is it gonna be love? 

You can find Brian Destiny on Instagram @brian.destiny and @dashthehenge. You can purchase Brian’s Got Talent here: https://briandestiny.bandcamp.com

Brian Destiny, shot by @stiff_material. From left to right: Dante Traynor, Nathan Saoudi, Adam Brennan and Gam Traynor.

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Why We Love: Buerak

Russian post punk is a genre that has slowly but surely permeated American musical taste. Some early examples include the dreamy Motorama and the grim but vibrant Human Tetris. I was introduced to the genre through the latter after stumbling across arguably their biggest hit, “Things I Don’t Need,” on YouTube during the summer of 2018. Immediately, I fell in love with the song. It had everything a fan of post punk wants: gloomy bass lines, spectral guitar riffs, cryptic vocals delivered in a baritone, and hyper talented drumming that even a machine would struggle to replicate. From that song on, I began delving deeper into the genre.

Suddenly, in the summer of 2020, the genre exploded onto the scene. Molchat Doma, a Belarusian trio, took TikTok by storm with their song “Sudno,” a title that translates to “Bedpan.” Due to this song’s rapid climb in notoriety, other similar sounding bands were sought out and gained popularity as well. However, one band that has not truly received their dues, in my opinion, is Buerak.

Buerak is a Russian duo that formed in 2014, releasing their first singles the same year. The two members are singer/bassist Artyom Cherepanov and guitarist Alexandr Makeyev. Hailing from Novosibirsk, Russia, Buerak has been dubbed part of the “new Russian wave.” They are also notably prolific: since their founding in 2014, the pair has released six full length albums, eight EPs, and twenty singles. They have also released nine music videos.

I first came across Buerak thanks to some friends in Belfast who posted one of their songs on Instagram. Intrigued, I deciphered the Russian characters in the title and found the song, called “Sports Glasses,” on YouTube. From the very start, the frantic drum machine, insistent bass, and spider-like guitar hold the listener in their wintery grip. After a moment, the song transitions, with the drums lessening a little but not losing the tempo. 

Cherepanov’s peculiar and unique vocal delivery then takes center stage. The vocals are almost deadpan save for a few instances where he emphasizes words. Despite the urgent feeling of the song behind him, the way he sings gives the impression that he is reading rather than singing, which works oddly well. In a way, the vocals become an anchor keeping the hyperactive instruments from flying off the rails. However, at the end of the song, the vocals depart and the instruments close out the song with gusto. There is heavy use of crash cymbals on the drum machine, and the guitar becomes fuzzier, while the bass provides the powerful undertow.

The crazy drum machine patterns, razor-sharp guitar lines, and ever present bass are staples of almost every Buerak song, though many of their songs utilize other stylistic measures as well. For example, on their 2017 sophomore LP, “Modest Apartments,” more than one guitar is featured on some of the songs, creating a captivating tapestry of sound. On some other songs on the album, synthesizer comes in, taking their already 80’s-inspired sound to new heights.

Outside of the studio, Buerak is known for their energetic live shows. Despite the occasional mishap that comes with using a drum machine, the two musicians, Cherepanov in particular, get the audience frenzied and dancing to every song. Oftentimes, the crowd often sings the songs back at the band, showcasing just how popular they really are.

If you love Russian post punk, then I cannot recommend Buerak enough. Their music is similar enough to other bands in the scene to attract fans of the genre while being unique enough to stand out from the crowd. The energetic rhythms and wonderful production have always brought me back to the band ever since I first heard them back in 2020, and I have never been disappointed.