The US graze-rock quintet Cafe Racer release the LP Famous Dust on the 15th.
I am oft queried whether when I type graze-rock I in fact meant to type another genre definition often used – gaze-rock – and vice-versa. I can once again assure that not to be the case with gaze-rock echoing of shoegaze and graze-rock vapourised from psychedelia.
When allowing the ears to feast on the second of the nine tracks on Famous Dust (which is available through Maximum Pelt Records) Two Times A Day – I trust you will concur with the marginalia of the opening paragraph and also find yourself spontaneously looking for sustenance on which to graze as the munchies take hold.
Dividing their time between Senigallia, Italy and Reykjavik, Iceland – Andrea Maraschi (Vocals / Guitar / Programming), Andrea Marcellini (Bass) and Tommaso Adanti (Drums) combine to form the graze-rock band My Cruel Goro.
My Cruel Goro – eponymous Single – artwork
An underlying drone is added by the sequencers as My Cruel Goro add a touch or darkness to new-wave influenced numbers. An ever present hydraulic jack-hammer of percussion clears the path for the entrance of the trio, from which a furious guitar collides across the room and a surprisingly subdued bass muscles the pieces forward. he vocal is not lost in the hive of activity as invective lyric growls of indignation. Yet, despite the maelstrom of the combinations the trio is able to harness the resulting output and you will find yourself wishing your speakers had a boost to boost to volume as it all holds together wherever the dial is set.
Fairly long in gestation, as the band were already playing live in Italy a year ago, their début three track eponymous single (available on bandcamp) is set for release on the 24th. My Cruel Goro is a band I get the sense would work well in live performance and are most certainly able to translate the raw energy to recording and it would be of far more joy for the audience if they spent energy on building air-miles and more on musical presence.
I only hope they can find the warmth of the Adriatic or the bracing air of the North Atlantic suits them better rather than the atmosphere of the cabin of an aeroplane as they have much to add to the world of music, if only they stepped out of airport lounges more often.