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.