After dropping their new single a few weeks back, we’ve finally had the pleasure of listening through acab rocky’s newest sara. As the album art suggests, sara is a dark, gothic tinged ride through the home recordings of acab rocky who possess a maturity in song writing well beyond their years while remaining an album that could have only been produced by musicians their age. ”delusions” is probably one of the best punk songs that will be put out all year and on tracks like “intermission” and “interlude” they demonstrate that they have an ear for composition that reaches beyond their lo-fi aesthetic. Sam Wells also shows off just how adept of a singer and lyricist he is, pushing into lower registers on the emotionally charged “mother” (I can’t get the lyric “she never learned not to breath in smoke” out of my head). I honestly didn’t expect how fully developed acab rocky would sound on sara. The way they effortlessly blow through thrashing punk tracks to orchestrally adorned lo-fi puts them leagues above several of their emo-revivalist peers. Stream two of my favorite tracks below and the entire EP after the jump.
Walrus have come a long way since their first release. Glam Returns hardly sounds like the same band that was making fun Clap Your Hands, Say Yeah! channeling indie-rock tunes back in 2012. While “Banger” may not be what they’re playing in that club that’s too cool for you right now, it is an unexpected blast of garage-rock from the brothers that opens up Glam Returns with a catchy bang. ”Bulash” keeps the high energy with albeit trippier and more psychedelic leaning instrumentation. The title track is probably the boldest track from Walrus yet as it approaches Of Montreal or Foxygen level flirtations with british psychedelic music. Despite the clearly higher level of seriousness that Walrus demonstrate throughout the 4-track EP things never get bogged down in that seriousness. They’re still just two brothers having a good time which makes it pretty fun to listen to.
During 2013 I got pretty used to the fact that the majority of indie rock submissions we’d get would be of the lo-fi and emo persuasion. While I’m still digging a lot of the more emotive releasesfromlastyear, it was pretty cool when II dropped out of seemingly nowhere from The Sweet Boys. On bandcamp, The Sweet Boys describe themselves as ambient, noise, lush and psych sooooo you could pretty much expect anything. And you should expect anything from The Sweet Boys because over the course of this EPs three tracks the group seamlessly transitions between several styles effortlessly. The near 8-minute opener “II” might technically be prog-rock but it never feels tied down to the expectations that prog brings either. At times The Sweet Boys sound like Woods or Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young before blasting off into Tame Impala territory and then cycling back into soft ambience. Basically don’t try to expect anything from this band accept more awesomeness to hopefully come.
Passion Pusher first caught our attention with a heavily distorted and delightfully catchy single ”Your Favorite Coast” and now we have the extremely pretty Your Least Favorite Book. Your Least Favorite Book isn’t a full and proper release to be honest but more of a house warming party to celebrate the newly established Benzo Records with some nice and appealing jams. That doesn’t mean that this EP is something to snooze on though; Passion Pusher delivers 11 gorgeous guitar instrumentals that recall the hazy-tape days of Ducktails. Maybe read a book to this, or maybe hook up with someone to this if you are enough of a sociable hipster, I don’t know you. It’s all good though.
“Reality School” is rainy day music from the australian garage-rockers Day Ravies. Female and Male leads trade vocals across the dreamy track that fades out in just under 2 minutes. Despite the short length, Day Ravies manage to pack all sorts of gorgeous guitar tones into the track that shuffle between twee-chimes to shoegaze woozyness. It’s pouring outside right now so this isn’t a bad song to have stuck in my head.
When trying to sort through an embarrassing amount of unread emails in hopes of finding something good, it helps when an email title stands out a bit. Amongst the clutter of “dope trap drops” and “music video submissions” one email asked “ocean be my home?” so I clicked on it. Instead of including an extended paragraph about who he is, where he’s from or what kind of music he makes, Jacob Braun linked to his bandcamp and let his music talk for himself. ocean be my home? is a release that sounds too big to be recorded amateurishly yet so coated in lo-fi distortion and hiss that it could have only spawned from some dude’s basement, garage or bedroom. Whether he’s flipping the unforgettable opening line of Outkast’s “Hey Ya” into a scuzz-punk anthem on “bby don’t mess around” or playing around with ambient sounds, devastating distortion and acoustic guitar on the Campfire Songs-channeling “palm”, Jacob Braun always demonstrates a knack for melody and good old fashion pop sensibilities. A clear disciple of 90s slacker rock, lo-fi rock, garage rock, blues, ambient and hip-hop, Jacob Braun is everything I expect to hear from a kid making music by himself in 2013. It’s crazy to think I almost let this sink to the depths of our email inbox…
I’ve been following Philadelphia’s Pill Friends for a while now, and they finally dropped their debut LP last week. After listening to a few singles leading up to it, the full LP Blessed Suffering does not disappoint. Lots of Lo-fi bands with Emo undertones have been gaining momentum across blogs this past year, and it would be easy to lump Pill Friends’ music in with the rest, but for some reason this LP stands out. Lead singer Ryan Wilson isn’t afraid to lay the emotions very thick in his vocals, and although I’m sure that will piss a few people off, I think it works really well with Pill Friends’ instrumentation which a lot of the time isn’t as overly dramatic as their aesthetic may suggest. Listen to two of my favorite songs off of the LP below and stream the whole thing after the jump.