Greetings, readers bought all five copies of my self-help guide, Growing your own fairtrade kebab bonsai (vol .1 Ikkebana for the Soul)! Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column. Granted, some of them aren’t singles, but I liked them and made my stupid human collaborators review ’em. Mahalo.
This week’s singles come courtesy of Top Gear‘s delicious chili con carne. Now, if I could be any of them, I would be James May. He’s the intelligent one of the bunch. Although, how intelligent can he be while still tolerating Clarkson? The mind boggles. As much as Basil Brush‘s brush. That is not a double-entendre.
Ah, singles, right:
Two Skies – Quiet Stones
Holy… it starts as somewhat Indie fodder stuff but slowly and thunderously surely, it explodes. The warm weather was only a warning message before a cold, icy blizzard drops by, decimating the population of a small town in Middle America. Last minute is fuckin’ noisy (just what the doctor ordered). – Orestes Pederuchón Xistos.
Sickboy – Melancholic
The clash between fancy, dancey rock and the majestic, untamed beast that we call “post rock” (or Pepín if you’re a close chum) is what México’s own Sickboy offer in this sweet track, where longing and hopefulness meet, melt and come out like Jeff Goldblum in The Fly. This is good. Please, more. This song is gratis (that means free, bitches), so start downloading and recommending to your friends. -Orestes P. Coltrane Xistos.
Greymouth – The boy
Straight from Finland, this is a sweet folky tune. Sparse (bordering into minimalism for a few moments) and thoughtful, the little bits of banjo make it even sweeter. The minimal approach inevitably is left behind like a bad memory and now a surge of emotions fly around. Sad but, hey, it’s winter, so it’s more than welcomed to the collection. – Sam.
Revival Hymns – Spew
Groovy, almost Black Rebel Motorcycle Club in style an panache, Revival Hymns go for a Southern USA sound. Spectral voices, chords that chug like a ghost train and a voice from the past pulling you back into the shadows of memories you thought buried. Then you are thrown out, becoming a shadow, just like them. Loud and rocking while still maintaining a sense of humility (and dread). –Sam.
Antlered Man – Platoono of Uno
Ace title (I would’ve settled for ‘An army of Juan’ too). Antlered Man go for that loud, dissonant rock that makes heads bang and the naughty bits get naughtier (and not so bit-sized). Sod slow, buildup, fast. This is slow, mental, rocking, slow, freakout. A little punky even by the end, but all attitude. -Orestes Platoono Xistos.
Finn Bonel – Love’s the only thing
Some pop with an Irish tinge, Finn Bonel‘s song is the right thing if you aren’t down in the dumps and feeling as miserable as Morrissey in a kebab shop. More of a flowery pop for the lovelorn and the well-accompanied, the string bits do give it a bit of class, like lime AND lemon in your gin and tonic. – Orestes Bored&Brokenhearted Xistos.
Retro video of the week: INXS – The Gift
Fuck, that song was a very long time ago. It ruled. Until next time, I’m Orestes Xistos and I rule this dump. I’m the Lord of Darkness. I’m your Lord. I sing Dead Sons while I cook chicken fricase. See ya and kisses and (((sholay))) (((hugs))).