The Brazilian alt-indie quartet Sound Bullet released their latest single on the 8th.
Replete with their signature high notes, When It Goes Wrong, finds a more generous palette of texture than previous music featured, as Sound Bullet allow the guitar more room to express itself, whilst the percussion keeps up the expected momentum and with the changes in pace the vocal seems to fit more comfortably, as Guilherme is given the opportunity to deliver the lyrics at a pitch that better suits his voice.
Young Lungs from Bauru in Brazil is the alternative rock quartet of Ellen da Matta (Bass), David Calleja (Guitar), Guilherme (Vocals / Guitar) and José Antônio N. Martinez (Drums).
Spirals of dark clouds tumble around the room as Young Lungs take an acerbic look at the world around them. The quartet deliver understated somewhat melancholic themes inside guitar laden melodies. Switching between acoustic and electronic pieces as the mood of the songs suits, their music makes for an interesting discovery.
Extensive use of bass and percussion beats gives the sounds an expressive brooding presence to which the vocal adds to the sombre atmosphere, whilst guitar develops the themes of the tracks. Only recently getting into their stride the Young Lungs début EP Seeded Player appeared earlier this year. The echoed slightly off-key vocal may not suit everyone’s ears, but rather than striking a discordant note, it suits the themes of the material well.
In keeping with the nature of the songs, the low tech recordings add distinct value to the resulting out-put and I look forward to hearing how the band progress over the coming year.
Sound Bullet an alt-rock band from Rio de Janeiro in Brazil comprises Guilherme (Vocal / Guitar), Ton (Guitar / Vocals), Fred (Bass / Vocal) and Pedro (Drums).
If you suffer from tinnitus you will appreciate why Sound Bullet makes so much sense. The high pitched notes are like stabbing a toothpick into the eardrums to scratch away the constant irritation, only this time it is with music, no less painful to the timpani, but far more excoriating and satisfying. Is that the way to judge music I wonder…
Never mind my broken ears – Sound Bullet expose nerve jangling mewls that test the upper registers of the speakers as they deliver music which harks of isolation and for the very fact of the chords selected gives it a powerful ice hewn statuesque prominence. The audience is reminded of the world supposedly connected, yet distanced by copper wires and fibre, reaching out, but never quite meeting hands in a landscape of stacked silos.
The sparkling shards of ice are tinctured with rainbows of colouration as Sound Bullet combine as a unit do deliver sounds which refract endlessly. I look forward to hearing more.