In a city musically overshadowed by northern contemporaries such as Manchester and
Liverpool, Leeds-based four-piece The Barmines are
stirring things up by brandishing their no-nonsense blend of garage
rock and rousing indie with a wild and reckless abandon. After a
couple of years honing their sound, the quartet, comprised of two
sets of brothers (Rob & Liam, Liam & Andy) are set to unleash
their début EP There's
Never Any Romance
on the world.
northern
contemporaries such as Manchester and Liverpool, Leeds-based
four-piece
At
a little under ten minutes long, the four tracks featured are a
short, sharp, shock to the senses, and introduces their no frills
attitude brilliantly. Kicking off proceedings is 'Feel Good' a
scuzzy, gritty track in which guitars wail with a corrosive fuzz
amidst singer Rob Burton's signature snarl. It's straight to the
point, and grabs listeners instantly, effortlessly drawing one in to
the rest of the EP.
Perhaps
the most stand out track on There's
Never Any Romance
comes in the form of third track 'Hey Runner'. Equal parts punk and
indie, the track, like the record it's taken from, is brief, yet
still manages to pack a significant amount of punch as a buzz saw
rhythm guitars form an abrasive and distorted back drop whilst Rob
Burton's trademark vocal is effortlessly draped over it. It's
straight up dirty rock 'n' roll, and it's appeal lies in it's
simplicity. This isn't music that's going to break boundaries, but
when it's as honest and as down to earth as this, it really doesn't
need to.
Lyrically
The Barmines are fairly straightforward too; there's no
Shakespearian-esque wordsmithery at play, but that only serves to add
to their chosen aesthetic. It's straightforward guttural indie that's
made for filling venues with heaving masses of dancing bodies,
something The Barmines will undoubtedly achieve with There's
Never Any Romance
and while some listeners will understandably comment that they've
“heard it all before” the fact of the matter is that rarely will
they have heard it done to this standard. Each track hits home and
hits hard, pummelling listeners with 2 minutes of raw abrasion before
moving on to the next slice of distorted and danceable indie, begging
the question why haven't this four-piece from Leeds joined the likes
of Kasabian or the Arctic Monkeys in the hallowed halls of indie
royalty.
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