The English protest-rock quartet White Ape have always been a delight to feature over the years since first appearing on the site back in 2014.
White Ape – photo credit – Rupert Hitchcox
Word arrives that Sotones Records – A label based in Southampton (England) are set to release the LP SOTONES10 on the 3rd of November to celebrate their 10th anniversary. I know, I know you are wondering where is this preamble leading…
…well the thirteenth track on that eighteen track album is by White Ape with a gnarling saw against egregious consumption in a track which once again displays their ability to deliver engaging music whilst wrestling with issues of societal iniquities with Eat More Meat.
It is often possible to appreciate the integrity of musical output even, though perhaps even more importantly, when the context of a song is in condemnation of ones own lifestyle and not feel in the least flustered by so doing. Music that stands on its own traction with fortitude of message always deserves space, to my mind – and as a meat eater, it is with some pleasure that once again I tempt you to the delicacy that is White Ape.
Last week they released their début LP The Future Is Close Enough and an album you should add to your back pocket as it is a fascinating eight track LP of wretched gloom that reminds of how the UK has once again revolved back in to a Dickensian Workhouse – with A Christmas Carol, far from in Scrooge, creating a character of contempt, the structural desires of the plutocracy of the 21st Century is clearly a template in to which society is intentionally being dissolved.
My selection from the The Future Is Close Enough is the fourth track – Mild Learning Difficulties.
With an existing back catalogue of material, most recently the LP Broken WindowRue Snider is a project I look forward to returning to in more detail in the future, for now by way of an introduction a live track recording – Speak My Mind.
The US agit-rock collective The Future is Pointless released their début and eponymous EP last month.
The Future is Pointless
The oppressive cloak that descends in to the room is made more gloomy by the distortion that fizzes through the speakers.
The approximately seventeen minutes of the five track EP are intriguing slabs of sound with influences of dark rock and dubstep both being evident, allowing The Future is Pointless to deliver a soundtrack, that while settling on an industrial landscape is speckled with glimpses of funk giving the material a discombobulation that suits to a tee the nature of the subject matter.
The middle number is Mother Fucker and my pick of the release.
Seb Olrog (Drums), Alex J (Guitar / Vocals) and Lee Switzer (Bass / Vocals) from Reading in England form the protest-rock outfit Launch Control.
Having been around for a few years, since the reveal of the single Cardiac Arrest in 2012 (available on bandcamp) Launch Control have never lost their zeal in delivering music of political fulmination wrapped in high octane pulses of rock.
As regular readers will know I am often to be found wearing a pair of 14 hole DMs as I write reviews, ready to launch in to a pogo at any opportune moment and unsurprisingly I have spent as much time colliding with desks and chairs listening to the back-catalogue of material as I have spent at the keyboard typing. For those wishing to keep their furniture intact – Launch Control are not a trio who work purely by volume and sweat on the brow as the music and lyric flow around each other with considered approach.
The percussion sets the mood for the pieces, whilst guitar delivers the compression while the bass is given the space to flow betwixt the two as vocal, rather than raging, delivers considered enunciation, the totality of which is a series of songs which allow the audience either to hoick up the speakers or leave them on level playing field and in either setting Launch Control are able to deliver compositions which clearly assimilates the context of their framing.
From their most recent release Behind Redacted Lines (also available on bandcamp) Moving Targets.