Whilst I am enduring my blogging Autumn of discontent, I thought I would share some great music grabbing my attention at the moment.
I am lucky enough to be friends with a couple of the guys in this London based 4 piece. NME recently gave their new single 8/10 and compared them to Nick Cave and Johnny Cash. Not bad for a bunch of Tamworth lads, their new single Faun is big step forward and very impressive.
The Gun Outfit
Breathtaking, raw evoking the spirit for Dinosaur JR . This 3 piece from Olympia are following in the footsteps of Olympian forefathers of indie, Beat Happening and Bikini Kill and every song is currently making my hairs stand on the end.
Another band from Olympia making ripples with riot grrrr inspired punk, just give me a plaid shirt and it could be 1990.
By now I have realised that most of these bands are from Olympia and Milk Music are no exception. Distortion drenched with powerful drumming, just close your eyes and you could be listening to a fresh Husker Du or the Wipers.
I started on a non Olympia note, so I thought I would finish on one. White Lung are a Canadian band punk band from Vancouver. They instantly remind me of early 90’s punk band 7 Year Bitch, raw and uncompromising a must listen.
I was going to rant on about Rupert Murdoch and his control of the UK media and how his influence is a stain on modern society, but then I realised it had already been covered in this great article by Henry Porter and Will Hutton in the Guardian.
Therefore I thounght I would blog on something else close to my heart which is music and especially that of a grunge/experimental genre. Before anyone mentions it, I don’t just like plaid shirts and cardigans looking like something dragged out the cupboard of Kurt Cobain, the truth is I love the music with a passion.
So I was delighted when recently had the pleasure of being introduced to a new band called BackSeat HeartBeats, the bassist Gemma played a gig for me in a previous rip roaring grunge band, so I was expecting great things and this band really delivers them. The BackSeat HeartBeats throw me into a world of Kevin Shields, in a guitar battle with Thurston Moore with both competing to come out on top in each song, it almost feel like a Jedi sword fight between guitar heroes. The undercurrents of Hints of Jesus Mary Chain flow through the songs, giving them a great melody before you are hit with broadside of distortion and string bending highly reminiscent of Sonic Youth circa Sister. The vocals rarely rise above the pounding guitars although this is no band thing; they carry a hint of mystery and danger which fits perfectly with their sound. In my opinion this is a band for anyone who wants a ride on the experimental grunge express the problem is you may not want to get off.
Personally I am aboard the BackSeat Heatbeat express with my ticket in hand, a flannel shirt, a slightly dodgy haircut and another recession on the horizon, feels like 1989, except for the fact I am not 5 years old.
The BackSeat HeartBeats have a fabulous new website and are playing dates in London during the next few weeks, make sure you go and check them out.