Here we are on the fledgling wings of yet another year, thousands of bands vying for our attention in a sea of Soundcloud links, drop dates and nervously planned record release gigs. On days like this I’m glad to be a lowly consumer rather than an actual musician. While it makes me sound lazy (and talentless), I much prefer snuggling on the sofa with a cup of coffee and listening rather than wrangling up band members’ calendars and figuring out who is available on what date at X venue in X city. What a headache. Cast solely as the role of Listener, I have none of the drama I hear and see occurring regularly among some of my musician friends (and strangers alike). I can pick and choose the little nuggets of lovely I listen to rather than say, having to sit through a longwinded Skype yarn from my drummer who has to go to his kid’s 1st grade Noah’s Ark performance instead of playing a gig that’s been planned for ages. Because, you see, Abby’s Imaginary Band is made up of oldsters, like me, with decent taste, day jobs and offspring:
“HE’S THE MALE OSTRICH. I CAN’T MISS IT.”
What a fucking pain. Right. Happy New Year. Moving on.
I must admit that while I scour the internet, shops and magazines for new music, radio has proven itself an integral part in opening my ears to tunes I otherwise would have missed. Take new-to-me favorites Crushed Beaks and their airwave-friendly single ‘Overgrown’.
A few choice senders have been playing the grooves out of it, and for good reason. Hailing from SE London, Crushed Beaks have been tickling ears with several EPs since 2011. 2015, however, will play host to their full-length debut, Scatter. Armed with a mutual love of horror flicks, Alex Morris, Matthew Poile and newest recruit Scott Bowley present smart, hook-filled pop with just enough fuzz and grit to tempt the ears of staunch shoegazers and indiepop kids alike (hi).
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Ivory Hours is led by brother-sister duo, Luke and Annie Roes. The Roes siblings devastatingly lost their brother a short time ago and decided to take their music together to new heights with a full four-piece band. The sweetness in these songs is underlined by a tinge of sadness, and expectedly so. The […]
Mannequins on 7th Street, based in London but originally from Belgium, makes perfect rainy day music. Looking for the next Zero 7, but in male form? Well, the Mannequins duo is delivering similar blissed out electronic music and you’d be remiss not to keep track of their promising future.
Tragic events have afflicted my hometown this past week, one hitting closer to me personally, but both just as heartbreaking.
It’s the small things in life that we don’t pay any attention to until it’s too late, and often not even then, that help us become whole. We all work. We all look for […]
I haven’t really been posting about “popular” indie music lately, but it doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying it. So I figured I’d take a break from my recent experimental folk pop and provide a danceable new tune from THUMPERS, a duo from London. They’re expected to release their debut full length in early […]
“Walking Home” is the second single off the debut Monument Valley LP. The smooth vocals and harmonies melt me.
Listen to the first single, “When I Go Clear.”
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New Tunng? Yes, please. You know I am affectionate toward the London crew, and their new song, “The Village,” does little to alter that. The song is 4 minutes 33 seconds, and I’ve listened to it 5 times in the last 22 minutes and 45 seconds. Math!
“The Village” is the new single […]
What happened to plain old acoustic guitar singer/songwriterin’ on music blogs? We’re always looking for the next “big” thing, but sometimes the best answer sits right in our backyard. It’s music that I can turn on any time of the day and smile to. London’s Emil Lager provides just that.
We formed in 2010 and set out to write some great pop songs together.
A mischievous smirk breaks out every time I listen to “The World I Heard You Wait,” recognizing full well the gem of a song I’ve stumbled upon while still not entirely grasping its impact. As soon as I’m about […]
I definitely needed a fiesty voice and intensely impassioned songs to wake me up during this drab and rainy week. Thanks to London’s six-piece The Murder Barn for giving me the spark I need to get to the weekend. Wait for the songs to pick up; they get pretty dark and awesome.