Track 6 from the relatively recent album Circadia, this track captures the soul of the album. Like an unhinged Morcheeba, you’ll feel almost comforted, but at once forsaken. You feel the music will settle you but it doesn’t. This isn’t comforting. However, if it were released in the 60’s this would be music to listen to while you waited for the big acts of the day, a banned chemical in hand. You want to say the track is trance like but it’s not, it’s too challenging. Not random but artistically irritating. Oh, and its 1 minute 48 seconds long.
The Thee Oh Sees have been around since 1997 and are renowned for their experimental home recordings. You may well approach the track with that idea in mind. When the guitars enter after half a minute however, my foot was tapping helplessly. Come on. Go. But from then on until two minutes into the track, I confess I was frustrated. It sounds like a decent band in a decent garage doing a decent instrumental. Then vocals arrive and the beat and song find an urgency that doesn’t end. My goodness about time too, if this is in a garage near you, invite your friends, bring some beers and lock the doors.
Well Pusha T is never going to be accused of pulling his punches. Born Terrence Thornton this American hip hop artist is now top dollar having become President of Kanye West’s GOOD music label this year. Nominated for two Grammys in 2003 and 2013 and guesting or associated with artists as diverse as Linkin Park and Pixie Lott the man has talent in demand. Not a track for the children Pusha is making his point and making it well. You may not be a fan of the genre but you have to admire the man’s couplets and style. If you are a fan, you’ll know what to expect and he delivers with aplomb.
Hold on? She Devils, Argentinian Punk band, going for 20 years? Well this is a departure from La Piel Dura territory. This isn’t noisy, this isn’t brash. This is trance like. It’s beautiful. The track is already gaining ground and you can hear or perhaps feel why. It ekes nostalgia. It crackles, no it literally crackles. It contains dubs like a 60’s vinyl. A Beach Boys organ overlay that would have had Manson in his day desperate to befriend you. Essential.
Pop 1280 is actually a 1964 crime novel described by critic Marche as a “true masterpiece, a preposterously upsetting, ridiculously hilarious layer cake of nastiness, a romp through a world of nearly infinite deceit.”” Today’s Pop1280 are conjuring the same descriptions. The first few bars have me almost shouting about the deceit. This is Joy Division. The sound. The vocal. The same low key angst. Deceitful rip off. Or is it? Wait. You listen further and it’s industrial, angrier than their mentors. The vocals ache towards an inspired Billy Corgan. Whether they be angry or angst filled, either way they’re grudgingly appealing.