Noisy noise-pop duo Gobble Gobble have reincarnated as Born Gold, but have retained their dizzying, disorientating take on the world with digital samples, choppy guitars and distortion all to the fore.
This is previous GG track, the anthemic Wrinklecarver given the BG treatment. Or something like that…from new album Bodysongs. Pre-order from Insound here.
We’re really enjoying this two minute gem of pysch-folk and indie rock from Nallo. Now a native of Minneapolis, but previously hailing from the ‘nearly-as-pragmatic-as-Yorkshire’ county of Lancashire, he tells us he misses it dearly.
What that has to do with the song Submarines is anyone’s guess, but the catchy, propulsive rhythm and repetitive sing-along chorus is getting repeated plays here at MM.
Head over to his Bandcamp page to grab the b-side Moths for free too.
Despite hailing from Worcestershire, a rural heartland of ours, Something Men bring something altogether more grimy and salacious to the party. Effortlessly channeling early Velvets rumble and the simple, but effective chord sequences of the Kingsmen into a classic garage sound that reveals a knack for authentic and high quality songwriting, the band’s debut single straddles the 60s and the modern-day with equal measures of swagger, verve and attitude.
Top notch stuff.
Their debut single is due next week on the EZPZ label. Grab yourself the lead track, the excellent Birdy Roof.
The Spills are a 4-piece from Wakefield in the good old north of England, who met at school and bonded over a love of all things noisy and six-stringed.
This autumn sees the release of their debut album Occam’s Razor. The album deftly blends youthful rawness with polished guitar pop sensibility ranging between the infectiously hazy glaze-pop of Summer Vibes and Oh Say Do – the darker, atmospheric moments of White Flag and Concrete that nod towards the mood of The National, The Antlers and The Microphones – the occasional plunge into the abrasive dirge of Nirvana or Pavement on Heat Death Of The Universe and Jury’s Out!
While there are a lot of bands inhabiting this particular landscape, The Spills do it better than most. Their blend of noise rock and aggression is tempered nicely with some genuinely good songwriting that sets them apart from the crowd and makes this much more than paint-by-numbers indie. Good stuff.
The album is out on the 31st October via the Philophobia label.
Keith Top Of The Pops & His Minor UK Indie Celebrity All-Star Backing Band are releasing their debut album – Fuck You! I’m Keith Top Of The Pops.
The band were formed by chance during an Art Brut show in New York, when the support act pulled out at the last minute, and Keith and two members of the headline act joined forces to play some of Keith‘s songs. Since then, the band has existed in a constant state of flux, with band members often being recruited a few minutes before the show, and numbers ranging from just Keith and a drummer to 24 musicians, and a brass section, sharing the stage!
Keith has also attracted a fantastic line up of musicians to record alongside him, including Dyan Valdes of The Blood Arm, Fruitbat and Jimbob from Carter USM, Keith Murray and Chris Cain from We Are Scientists and Ian Catstiltskin, Eddie Argos and Jasper Future from Art Brut. As a result, the sound is a collection of wonderfully chaotic freeform rock tunes that sound like a cross between The Fall and Half Man Half Biscuit, with more bitter and twisted undertones.
With an album tour due in September, Keith Top Of The Pops & His Minor UK Indie Celebrity All-Star Backing Band, are sure to ruffle some feathers in the UK Indie music scene over the coming months.
Have a listen to the venomously funny I Hate Your Band from the album.
September 5th will see the release of a new double A-side from The Victorian English Gentlemens Club latest album Bag Of Meat. The album, released earlier this summer via This Is Fake DIY Records is a brilliant amalgam of visceral art-pop, machine gun guitars, fuzzed up rock and macabre lyrics.
The new single is As Jungle Drums Rang Across The Amazon (We Held Our Heads And Screamed) backed with Richer Than My Tribe – take a listen.
Well, it was a week off last week, for legitimate reasons, I hasten to add. Nurse Mackerel reported in for duty. Remembered quite a few things and a few people from my former Northern life. Still feeling a few pangs now. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been, or how far you go… rekindles a little bit of something deep inside.
Lot less money flying around up there. How refreshing that is. Lot more plain speaking. How very funny that often is.
I gate-crashed a coffee morning of my mum’s. Topical discussions: the riots. No riots in the North East. But someone set fire to a police car. Eeeh nowt new there then. Cue peels of laughter from the 65+ age group. Vera then chips in: we needed our Nana, lasses; she was only so big (about 4”11”), she would have sorted them out.
Vera’s grandmother answered to the name of Teeny Nana. And my guess is, you didn’t mess with Teeny Nana.