Guess who got lazy? Was it me? Yeah, it was. Sorry, not sorry. I’ve been finding my inbox harder and harder to drill through of late. Now fully on the job train, it’s certainly getting harder to maintain this little side-project of mine. I mean this really is something I pursue for fun, certainly not for any kind of career projection. I’m just not that good. So, anyway, listening to my Hype Machine whilst I juggle my own artwork and applying to jobs with the caveat of “PLEASE HIRE ME, I’LL DO ANYTHING” this came on from The Slow Revolt.
That guitar line boys and girls, just that guitar line. Smooth. The guitar line helps deliver you into a misty vocal line that envelopes the whole track into a listening routine that reminds you that not all great guitar music is based around bombastic big choruses and hordes of hairy men dancing like they’ve just discovered their very first cave-woman. Taken off the upcoming EP Sketches out on September 9th, it’s currently available for free download from the Slow Revolt Bandcamp. I’m not going to link it to you when you have a perfectly functional google search capacity on your browser. Unless you use Bing. You silly sausage.
I used to work in a Supermarket. It was legitimately the worst job I’ve ever had. Everyday someone would come to my till and stare at me vapidly whilst I tried not to judge that all they were buying were condoms and wine. It’s a weird place where you see who people really are. The self-proclaimed hipster who’s actually super into cheap Budweiser or the sensitive old soul who’s buying condoms even though he’s easily 70. They’re a real gauge for the modern day man and you can see yourself in the shopping you lay into your basket.
New Zealand three-piece, Opposite Sex, have crafted a slow burning candid punk serenade to this wondrous institution of contemporary life. Never getting above a walking pace we are invited into a narrative built around your groceries and toiletries that develops a real life having been lived. Whilst the rough edges may not be to everyones liking, and the lyrics a little too close to home for some, it’s a biting take on this process of self-realisation that we take for granted.
I’ll never stop being a happy slappy guitar chappy and this is clearly apparent in the music I get sent on a regular basis by bands/musicians that have channeled some Oasis mimicry in the pursuit of superstar status. Every now and then though you come across something that sits nice in the attention based high chair that is the blogosphere and that was delivered nicely by The Halves recently. I’ve been waiting for this to go public to feature purely because it’s one of the best debut tracks I’ve heard.
There is a dirge of bands that formed for the sheer enjoyment of strapping on a guitar and seeing what you can do. So much is now over-produced with a carbon copy croon pasted over the top. Instead, in their debut single “Are You Happy”, you are brought into a storming indie track through a slightly Hollywood guitar riff that has you wondering if you’re entering a Vetiver or Locksmiths track. However, the track smashes itself through as the tempo picks up and you can imagine yourself shirtless covered in beer in one of the suburban house parties that served as this North Carolina-based band baptism.
The track is important not because it breaks new ground but that it makes you think “hey I could do that.” Except you’re not, they are and they’re having a fucking blast doing it. Recorded using just one mic in a local hip-hop studio, The Halves ask you what you’ve been doing with your life? That degree worth it? Because on limited resources and a bit of nous, you can produce something this good. They’re your mates, they’re your relatives, they’re who you wish you could be sometimes.
If you’re into it, check them in Brooklyn on July 29th at the Gold Sounds Bar. I would, if I didn’t live in bloody Scotland.