The US maths-rock quartet Franchise are due to release the EP Ghost Light on the 14th of July.
Angular spires spike themselves across the room as the first track to surface from the EP launches through the speakers. Empty Medicine finds the listener having ears darting across the radar to catch the sharp breaks of sound. A sludgy undertow of bass and percussion is sliced open by a scalpel wielding guitar that chases the listener with its cliff-edges whilst the winding vocal adds to the chaotic moments, resulting in a track by which Franchise, to their credit, make no accommodation for the audience, challenging them to reconsider their own sterile direction of travel.
By the very fact that I am asking you to tarry with the out-put lets you know I think that Franchise create songs that add to the tapestry of the weave of music through the ages, though I equally posit, many will once again think I have lost the plot – give it time with an open mind is all I ask – open the volume setting a little and hit play – trust me.
The Indian maths-rock quartet The Jeepers will be releasing the LP Within Conversations imminently.
The Jeepers – Within Conversations – artwork
When last featured, in 2015, the quartet were known as Jeepers Creepers, although there has been a change in band name, the core of the music remains as angular as always, with the sharp elbows of guitar and electronics firing across the room. Though there has been a marked slow-down in pace, in Light Up My Sky, giving the material a more leisured flexibility.
Dialects from Glasgow in Scotland is the maths-rock quartet of Conor Anderson (Guitar), Steven Gillies (Guitar), Ali Walker (Bass) and Jonny Gormley (Drums).
The industrial excavations of Dialects soon have you looking at the walls to ensure it isn’t they that are furiously cascading around your head. When maths rock comes right, it is a joy to behold, rarely it does, though in the hands of the quartet the carefully constructed pyramids are felled in measured temperament leaving the audience smitten by the smote.
Cleavers of grinding guitar axe their way through the cortex like a finely tuned sawmill at peak production. Dialects leave the audience with a sense of perfectly articulated jaw as the jangles of angles reverberate around the head.
Pugilistic percussion is swathed in felts of beguiling bass to cleft a hidden southpaw right-hand upper-cut to the senses as the guitars serve as a valedictory salute to the unconscious.
Dialects deliver an uncompromising flow of precise compositions that take no prisoners along their path. Catch them in the wrong moment and it will discombobulate. When in the right mindset this is music which confabulates and an absolute joy.
I raise my hat to Dialects for not being afraid to challenge the listener and as importantly for putting ‘pure maths’ into maths-rock.