Wesley Fuller | Someone To Walk Around With

Honestly, if you were to go through my posts, there would be an inordinate amount of excuses based around my lack of posting. This time, it’s pretty straight-forward. My girlfriend has been in visiting me in London and I’ve been far too busy being in love. I have no regrets. Sue me.

In that vein, I’m really not in the mood to listen to my usual brand of misery-laden indie rock. Instead, I’ll feature up some Australian power-pop for those optimistic summer vibes that have been infecting my life for the past two weeks. The immediate reaction to listening to this track is similar to the same reaction to records by Telekinesis. Wesley Fuller, who by the way has the best surname in the fucking business, channels the infectious indie pop that is perfect for fans of Chris Walla, Telekinesis and Cruisr.

Taken from the upcoming LP Inner City Dream, you can catch the rest of this album on September 22nd via 1965 records.

Bye!

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Motherhood | Save Me

I used to take myself really really seriously. When I was 19/20, I wrote about myself on my first artist website in the third person. I told girls I was an artist. I read Kerouac and thought it made me deep and I only used film cameras because it’s authentic darling. It got so bad at one point that when my first-year university lecturer (shout-out to the unstoppable Steph Cosgrove) asked us to define pretentious, the entire class of 70 agreed on her nomination of me as the perfect volunteer. My fault for drinking coffee black and reading Bukowski because I was haunted.

This extended to my listening habits. But, for every National album, there had to be some form of musical escapism. Motherhood inhabit that current space for me with their single Save Me. Think Sundara Karma releasing their summer club anthem. It’s unmistakably a song to dance to. Whether that’s with a beer at the beach, over breakfast in the kitchen or with that person you bought a drink for in your tragic home-town club. Eschewing complexity for simple pop hooks and syncopated guitar rhythms to imbue a carefree status, this Liverpudlian 4 piece transcend a listener’s pre-disposition towards self-congratulation.

Save Me is out August 10th (the same time my girlfriend visits from Florida so fucking about time for some joy right) and will be on their debut EP dropping this autumn.

Surf Rock is Dead | As If

Sorry sorry. I know I’ve been away for a bit. Alas, as this is not my primary money-maker, it’s far too easy for me to get lost in the day to day of all my other commitments and totally push back any sort of posting. So, first and foremost, I know I’m late with the July Mix and I’ll endeavour to get that done as quickly as possible. However, today I’m sharing the latest track from Brooklyn based duo, “Surf Rock Is Dead.”

I haven’t featured these guys in nearly 2 years, back in 2015 when I thought the best way to dress was skinny-fit hobo. However, whilst my ability to dress myself like an adult has improved, so has “Surf Rock Is Dead’s” output. Maintaining a guitar tone of wistful summer vibes, the minor chords though infrequent, run out like dischordant conflict against the subject matter of attempting to distance yourself from someone you love. Like the moment of weakness through weeks of strong stoicism.

As If is from the forthcoming EP We Have No Friends?, due to arrive on September 22.