The Irish electro-funk trio Groundburst released the three track single Triad on the 4th.
Laying through the release (available on bandcamp) is a sense of extemporised maths-jazz which keeps the listener on their toes, yet, never straying in to far flung fantasy as the underpinning percussion maintains a continual progression to the songs as they swing through the room with some aplomb.
The closing track is Mazomba, which I particularly enjoy for its earthy-blues predisposition.
The Irish angst-rock duo President of What? released the single Sad Awkward Little Virgin Boy on the 7th.
President of What?
With a more emo centred sound than music of theirs previously featured in Sad Awkward Little Virgin Boy (available on bandcamp) the track is self-reflective look-back at personal anxieties for a young teenager.
The Irish indie quartet Young Earth have recently revealed the single Worth It.
Worth It trots around the room in bright bouncing fizzy beat. The clean cut of the cloth rather than sounding anodyne is flecked with intriguing twists and turns as Young Earth beckon the listener to join them on the dance-floor in a catchy number that demonstrates music doesn’t have to be complex to leave the audience full of the joys of spring and one to add to the party playlist.
The quartet have spent their time, not in trying to create a new space, rather to be very good at what they do and I wish them every continued success.
Like the warm current on the Gulf Stream drifting off the West coast of Ireland – Gone Tomorrow – (available on bandcamp) invites the listener to dip their toes in to the cold ocean to find that despite the stormy waters there is comfort to be found in the forlorn context.
Brushed cymbals afford the composition a mesmeric quality as guitar twines across notes that require dexterous fingering through which a bass, that evokes of the frothy surf of breaking waves, burbles – all of which surround a tender vocal that the audience finds themselves reaching out to touch.
The beauty of Gone Tomorrow is to be found in its melancholic thread.
A rising bridge towards the latter section provides a startling interruption as the climactic intensity of the reality of the moment contemplated comes in to sharp focus prior to drifting back to the quietly paced introspection.