Ashley Reaks is a new-wave musician and visual artist from London in England.
Acidic drops of disdain strip away the ears as Ashley Reaks casts a disparaging eye on the world around. Working with other musicians as it makes sense the music has a scouring lyrical acerbity reflecting on societal discordance. The fuzziness in delivery gives the out-put a buzzing presence that drives the sounds further into the mind as the standard band instrumentation is set rampaging towards the listener.
Shorn of all pretentious cloaking, Ashley Reaks delivers music that is as barren as the landscape of which he comments in a blistering flailing tirade. Don’t be given to assume by that description that the sounds are basic and rushed. Far from it, he has drawn influences from ’70s and ’80s new-wave and delivers the music in the same style of red raw anger, combined with music that stands on its own two feet ably expressing the sentiments in a catchy stream of chords and melodies.
Busy with both visual and aural art spending time with Ashley Reaks is time well used.
LemonLang from Pickering in Canada started life as a duo and is now the solo rock project of Greg Lemon.
Tumescence of sounds growl around the room in a manner that reminds me of a drill-bit eating into the earth as LemonLang carve up the foundations with a prominent bass that harangues the ears in a manner that draws the ears ever nearer to the speakers.
Having enticed closer inspection wailing guitars excavate the the timpani, drawing blood, as a drum hammers gleefully in the background and a vocal, which cauterizes, sheens the compositions. Greg works hard to deliver tracks through delivering each constituent part and the resulting out-put is a pleasure to the audience at home, the only sadness is that this cannot be replicated on stage and I have my fingers crossed that LemonLang will become a full line-up to extract the full value of the music.
I am given to understand that a new album is scheduled for later this year, which given the previous material is going to be worth adding to the collection. Fairly typically for me the song of choice is from the days of a duo rather than currency.
Automatic Colors is the electro-folk creator Justin Walcroft from Philadelphia in the USA.
An intrigue of washes of synthetics blend with acoustics as Automatic Colors glide around the room filling it with warmth and perspicacity. On genre introduction you could be forgiven for thinking this is a step too far. I assure you it is not as the traditional and present combine to form an engrossing flow of sound which surrounds the ears.
The stark unforgiving tones of folk are imbued with the whimsy of romanticism and the listener is left laying transfixed by the compositions emerging. Automatic Colors is only let down by the American spelling of Colours as that both visually and aurally gives it a harsher snap that warranted, but when I get to quibbling over a missing ‘u’ it tells you the music is En Pointe.
Music rebounds at different speeds, which is accompanied by switch of emphasis between acoustics and electronics as Automatic Colors seeks to define the sentiment of the track, successfully, through altered layers of sound device input and it is through this creativity of variation that the out-put gains its poignancy.