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Blonde Redhead – No More Honey Blonde Redhead – No More Honey
New York's Blonde Redhead specialise in an intangible sorrow. Nine albums down – if you include September's forthcoming Barragán – the trio remain cloaked in a melancholy mystery. Perhaps their eeriness comes from Milanese twins Amedeo and Simone Pace – or maybe it's the harrowing hangover from their sixth studio album, the elegantly depressing Misery Is a Butterfly, made in the aftermath of guitarist and vocalist Kazu Makino's riding accident: she was trampled by a horse and required extensive reconstructive surgery. Anyway! Following the averagely received synth pop album Penny Sparkle, they return with a new track, the rusty krautrock grind of No More Honey. The production is a little grungy, a little wonky, offset brilliantly by singer/guitarist Makino's shoegaze vocals, which loom ominously over the industrial crank of guitars like a dark cloud.New York's Blonde Redhead specialise in an intangible sorrow. Nine albums down – if you include September's forthcoming Barragán – the trio remain cloaked in a melancholy mystery. Perhaps their eeriness comes from Milanese twins Amedeo and Simone Pace – or maybe it's the harrowing hangover from their sixth studio album, the elegantly depressing Misery Is a Butterfly, made in the aftermath of guitarist and vocalist Kazu Makino's riding accident: she was trampled by a horse and required extensive reconstructive surgery. Anyway! Following the averagely received synth pop album Penny Sparkle, they return with a new track, the rusty krautrock grind of No More Honey. The production is a little grungy, a little wonky, offset brilliantly by singer/guitarist Makino's shoegaze vocals, which loom ominously over the industrial crank of guitars like a dark cloud.
Jeff Tweedy – I'll Sing ItJeff Tweedy – I'll Sing It
Wilco founder Jeff Tweedy is releasing a new album this autumn. It's not quite a solo record, but more of a Tweedy two-piece, featuring 20 new Jeff-penned songs, performed by the man himself in a musical collaboration with his 18-year-old son and drummer Spencer Tweedy (Cheryl Tweedy unfortunately not on backing vocals). I'll Sing It is the first track to be taken from the release and features Jeff's dishevelled, downtrodden vocals, which evolve into a steely-faced defiance. In fact, there's something kind of mischievous and menacing about the guitars on this track that reminds me of Radiohead's Just. Wilco founder Jeff Tweedy is releasing a new album this autumn. It's not quite a solo record, but more of a Tweedy two-piece, featuring 20 new Jeff-penned songs, performed by the man himself in a musical collaboration with his 18-year-old son and drummer Spencer Tweedy (Cheryl Tweedy unfortunately not on backing vocals). I'll Sing It is the first track to be taken from the release and features Jeff's dishevelled, downtrodden vocals, which evolve into a steely-faced defiance. In fact, there's something kind of mischievous and menacing about the guitars on this track that reminds me of Radiohead's Just.
Zulu Winter – Heavy RainZulu Winter – Heavy Rain
Zulu Winter were first knocking about in 2011 – back when there was a small glimpse of a new indie revival, featuring the stadium-primed Vaccines, Camden blokes in leather jackets Tribes, and the astral Scots Django Django. Halcyon days. Zulu Winter were the underdogs. Despite sharing management with the Vaccines, they were never destined for world domination, and instead became the very British-sounding well-read dream poppers who referenced Armenian director Sergei Parajanov and Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guèbrou (an Ethiopian pianist living in exile as a nun in Jerusalem) and drew similarities with fellow falsetto and book fans Wild Beasts. I'm not sure where they've been for the past few years, but their new song is glorious: Heavy Rain features drops of jazz percussion and cosmic introspection ("Where do you and I fit in?"). There's even something about the dusky video and meandering melody that reminds me of one of my all-time favourite songs, Julian Cope's Laughing Boy. Zulu Winter were first knocking about in 2011 – back when there was a small glimpse of a new indie revival, featuring the stadium-primed Vaccines, Camden blokes in leather jackets Tribes, and the astral Scots Django Django. Halcyon days. Zulu Winter were the underdogs. Despite sharing management with the Vaccines, they were never destined for world domination, and instead became the very British-sounding well-read dream poppers who referenced Armenian director Sergei Parajanov and Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guèbrou (an Ethiopian pianist living in exile as a nun in Jerusalem) and drew similarities with fellow falsetto and book fans Wild Beasts. I'm not sure where they've been for the past few years, but their new song is glorious: Heavy Rain features drops of jazz percussion and cosmic introspection ("Where do you and I fit in?"). There's even something about the dusky video and meandering melody that reminds me of one of my all-time favourite songs, Julian Cope's Laughing Boy.
Spoon – Rent I PaySpoon – Rent I Pay
Rent. It's a word as lyrically dangerous as the phrase "adjustable-rate mortgage" or "Foxtons coke fridge"; and yet and yet Spoon, who release their new album They Want My Soul in August, have made a slacker anthem sneering at the grimy grips of capitalism (at least I think so: it's probably a metaphor for something more complicated – religion, politics, Armenian director Sergei Parajanov etc). The Austin-based band's new track verges on the fringes of power pop – in the sense that it's incredibly bold and catchy – but there's a barbed brutality to Britt Daniel's vocals that drags it headfirst into the rock world.Rent. It's a word as lyrically dangerous as the phrase "adjustable-rate mortgage" or "Foxtons coke fridge"; and yet and yet Spoon, who release their new album They Want My Soul in August, have made a slacker anthem sneering at the grimy grips of capitalism (at least I think so: it's probably a metaphor for something more complicated – religion, politics, Armenian director Sergei Parajanov etc). The Austin-based band's new track verges on the fringes of power pop – in the sense that it's incredibly bold and catchy – but there's a barbed brutality to Britt Daniel's vocals that drags it headfirst into the rock world.
Summer Camp – Beyond CluelessSummer Camp – Beyond Clueless
Husband-and-wife duo Summer Camp recently soundtracked Guardian Guide contributor Charlie Lyne's Kickstarter-funded movie essay Beyond Clueless, an analytical overview of the US teen as portrayed in the movies of the late 90s and early 00s. Now, if we haven't lost you to a kitsch-induced meltdown already, you might be ready to hear the brilliantly knowing theme song penned by indie's knowingly cutesie collaborators, Elizabeth and Jeremy. The song plays with teen-flick stereotypes and adolescent yearning – there's "stone cold fox", "my sister the mean one" – and could have been plucked from the duo's self-titled album from last year. Husband-and-wife duo Summer Camp recently soundtracked Guardian Guide contributor Charlie Lyne's Kickstarter-funded movie essay Beyond Clueless, an analytical overview of the US teen as portrayed in the movies of the late 90s and early 00s. Now, if we haven't lost you to a kitsch-induced meltdown already, you might be ready to hear the brilliantly knowing theme song penned by indie's knowingly cutesie collaborators, Elizabeth and Jeremy. The song plays with teen-flick stereotypes and adolescent yearning – there's "stone cold fox", "my sister the mean one" – and could have been plucked from the duo's self-titled album from last year.