Singles Review : Dead Sons, Hey Sholay, Fashoda Crisis, Ohnomoon, I am Kloot, Letting up despite great faults, Wild Swim, Crowns, Deaf Club

Greetings, readers! I was kicked out of an artsy fartsy gig the other day. Why? I dunno, but one day I’ll reveal the truth and it will be as massive as Wikileaks, but with more kebabs and less sexual harassing (alleged or not). Why am I not allowed to walk into a venue wearing noodles? I want to wear noodles, you obey, ok? You are insulting my pastafarian beliefs if you chuck me out of your lil’ venue, you bald-headed gorilla!

Phew, sorry, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself. This week’s singles come courtesy of Red House Painters, because they were awesome, yo!

Ah, singles, right:

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Mancunian musical radiation

I am Kloot @ Leadmill, Sheffield October 6 2010

As previously stated in another review in this very site, it’s hard to detach yourself from the sometimes impossibly high expectations of a band you love and the show you get.

Such is the case for I am Kloot, a band that took me into a long, arduous path of emotional gordian knots and slice of life lyrics with their second album, I am Kloot.

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A stark, foggy night

I am Kloot – Sky at night

The Skinny: “Some things were made for you to sit and listen to, in a particular order. Some stories have a beginning, a middle and an end. Sit down and listen to ‘Sky at Night’. It has a story to tell you.” – Frank Cotrell Boyce’s Open Letter, published at I am Kloot‘s website.

The review proper: It’s a new stage for I am Kloot (Mercury nominated! Yeah!) and this album is fantastic. No way to beat around the bush. The sound of I am Kloot gets a little re-working (more of a vitamin injection), but never loses it’s identity. Now, lyrics-wise, it’s business as usual, it’s salt of the earth stuff. Urban malaise, yearning, middle age concerns and the usual enlightening pub conversation (we all have been there. Or will be in a few hours).

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