The English synthwave quintet Alberteen released the single The Son’s Room a few hours ago.
Painting the room in wide pastel brushstrokes of electronica, keys, percussion instrumentation and layered vocals the listener finds themselves washed in renaissance modernism as the blurry hues flow through the ears overtaking the pulses of the synapses.
Alberteen are able to deliver, in The Son’s Room, a song of multifarious layers and textures from which the cerebrum is able to simultaneously elicit streaming tears and statuesque visage as the quintet deliver a haunting soundscape in to which the audience melts as though the sixth player in the scenery.
The English folk-rock creator Dominic Benjamin revealed the song Wrong Or Right yesterday.
With the concept of a track a month Wrong Or Right continues the series.
A song of two dimensions – one element celtic-rock influenced and highly danceable acoustic guitar, the other side being the lyrical content which throws out the question – is it Wrong Or Right – the ease with which both geo-political and national-political agendas slice open division, resentment and violence towards fellow humans in a world that seems to be becoming ever more fractious and self-protectionist by the hour, serving little interest than for war-mongers, whilst additionally wondering how it is that not only bureaucrats who sow the seeds of division, but the greater surface of wider populace, is able to restfully acquiesce with the ever growing intolerance of those outside a particular silo.
I posit dancing while you think is probably the best way to approach Wrong Or Right.
The English freestyle-rock’n’roller Scott Lavene released the single It’s All Gonna Blow on the 12th.
Prefacing a slew of new material due for release this year, with many a year in the industry in various incarnations – It’s All Gonna Blow – is the first track under his real name and somehow there seems to be a refreshed, more carefree and less seeking-approval by an alter-ego sound to the track which equally gives it a more genuine draw to the pull as Scott surfaces from his own self-created shadows of himself and I look forward to more of his new found freedom of sketched music.
The English glaze-rock band Flashes released the AA side single Black Monday / Infinites on the 10th.
The drum-skins sink far below the rim of the carcass affording the two songs (available on bandcamp) a deep resonance whilst pirouetting guitars shimmer inside their own echoes with the bass pulsing just below the surface as the gauzed vocal floats like an ethereal presence from locations undetectable.
Black Monday – my pick of the release a, wandering towards eight minutes, song minds of sinking into quicksand on a tropical shoreline with the gently drawing liquefaction pulling the listener towards their peril whilst trusting in the warming embrace to keep them safe as the buoyancy of the track bubbles up and down during its progression.
Infinites is of more dreamy countenance, though containing the signature sound of expanding and compressing frequencies as the predominance of the drum-kit taking lower stage with pumping bass guitar and bass drum threading the weave of the song, a tad over a minute shorter than its bedfellow, while guitars tie their own distinctive brocade through the beating heart affording the track a distinctive pattern of sound that draws to thought a cooler evening on a cloud shrouded hillock with the vocal laying in the misty shadows.
It has been almost two years since the English melancholic-folk creator Art Block last featured.
The latest single, which came out on the 14th and is available on bandcamp, Eliza – takes Art Block in to even deeper sorrowful despondency than music previously featured with a bowed strings and piano led composition.
The quietly laid song slowly circles the mind as the haunting vocal plays almost inaudibly, like a faint shadow cast through sunlit mist, while piano forms dour chord changing melodies which layer the track with a sad countenance while cello creates the bleary, almost tangible, tears of wistful thought which permeate Eliza.