tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453934176260458432024-02-26T08:22:25.395+00:00Life's a BeechDave Beechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06580115092907747199noreply@blogger.comBlogger768125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645393417626045843.post-42924589813851901362020-11-09T14:56:00.003+00:002020-11-09T14:56:33.094+00:00#769: Slut Magic - Show Me<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYydbkj-W7WR8oL7pXBsTP85u1TxOHa_rW2RDCNfecXaWh_IFVP2-pyny08N0lfn3PQnHUk1imiAazg4KAp5N7rkwLRBB2NclRefP9QCJd2isJiw66e_xmrq7IJyQRUNP0EiRJkpHvPCr/s2048/image-asset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYydbkj-W7WR8oL7pXBsTP85u1TxOHa_rW2RDCNfecXaWh_IFVP2-pyny08N0lfn3PQnHUk1imiAazg4KAp5N7rkwLRBB2NclRefP9QCJd2isJiw66e_xmrq7IJyQRUNP0EiRJkpHvPCr/w400-h400/image-asset.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Hypnotic and propulsive, ‘Show Me’ is the latest single from Brooklyn punks Slut Magic and oozes all the effortless cool you might expect from such a band. Self-described as a “ransom note as music”, it’s both sultry and sleazy, though it’s you-show-me-yours-I’ll-show-you-mine message might not be what you think.</p><p><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/11/9/slut-magic-show-me?rq=dave%20beech">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. 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Whether subconsciously or otherwise, music is the perfect evidence for this argument. Instantly nostalgic, it harbours an ability to immediately transport listeners to a specific time and place regardless of genre; a universal effect that can be as personal or as inclusive as one needs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/11/8/glass-towers-nobody-walks-in-la">This review was written for When the Horn Blows. 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Still it was one felt by New York’s Maisie May, who when quarantining upstate in her childhood home, the nostalgic feelings this in turn evoked manifesting in her latest single ‘Lost My Love’.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/10/29/maisie-may-lost-my-love">This review is originally written for When the Horn Blows. 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Since emerging in 2019 with her debut single ‘Leonardo’, and the first of her First of the Love Letters Trilogy, Celiin has made a name for herself crafting exquisitely understated alt-pop offerings that bridge the gap between romance and depression. The latest of which, ‘Marylin’ not only concludes the trilogy, but also finds Celiin at her darkest and most primal.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/10/29/celiin-marilyn">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. 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A fitting title for a single inspired “by the experience of being in a remote place and gaining a new, hopeful perspective on our reality”.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/10/29/stefano-fasce-human">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. 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Though varied in their perspectives and their outcomes, it was rare for the point of view to be sang from a female point of view, so what happens when you flip that perspective on its head?</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/10/13/sarah-king-nightstand">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. 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Though perhaps seemingly counterproductive (after all what’s music if it doesn’t invoke an emotional response) it allows writers to form balanced opinions and maintain a sense of professionalism that hyperbole for entertainment’s sake might otherwise not. There are times however, when the emotional response is too much to ignore, and any sense of professionalism falls by the wayside.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/10/18/china-bears-jolene">This review was origanally written When the Horn Blows. 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Her latest single ‘Wasting Time’ looks set to continue the trend, while succeeding in striking a balance between the organic and the contrived beautifully.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/10/27/yawn-wasting-time">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. 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Corey Taylor needs little introduction. For those that like to make me feel old, he’s best known as the masked frontman of contemporary metal legends Slipknot. With that out the way, it may come as something as a surprise that Taylor harbours a softer, more melodic side as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/10/4/album-review-corey-taylor-cmft">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. Click here to read in full.</a></i></div><br /><p></p>Dave Beechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06580115092907747199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645393417626045843.post-41427327998309037342020-11-09T14:32:00.000+00:002020-11-09T14:32:00.505+00:00#757: All Night Dining - There Must've Been A Reason<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0s2qr6nuNjGcbxiXbeGty92rt_4fz9BjJGqauMqV2PiCaWLehdtAr6go7kbXaKJ-PghYibP3ArmXswR1aFc-FFcdG3C1lzAa3ywEG8d5LlU5Q3jFFswTY4mCjd1vJPETZ422Kav1bZrN/s500/image-asset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0s2qr6nuNjGcbxiXbeGty92rt_4fz9BjJGqauMqV2PiCaWLehdtAr6go7kbXaKJ-PghYibP3ArmXswR1aFc-FFcdG3C1lzAa3ywEG8d5LlU5Q3jFFswTY4mCjd1vJPETZ422Kav1bZrN/w400-h400/image-asset.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Style over substance has been something long synonymous with Manchester’s music scene. I should know, I live here. While this may well earn me a certain degree of criticism, it doesn’t change the fact that for every band or artist with heart and integrity, there’s another 4 harbouring dreams of swaggering their way to Gallagherdom.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/9/30/all-night-dining-there-mustve-been-a-reason">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. Click here to read in full.</a></i></p>Dave Beechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06580115092907747199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645393417626045843.post-40993219903155308282020-11-09T14:28:00.004+00:002020-11-09T14:28:32.809+00:00#756: Yammerer - Boa Constrictor<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsLS-JVk975oc8m0vRXJwaks9yAsNLBerIV3ODKZoqmMqoQXfJMnV-nBqxYzzwk3hd55EXWZt1AHs0-me88ZyfEm9MQOMrWEiuinOy_Dxuh8kwz780YOIQXaugWBhXiDAPnYo-3JNpqyH/s1280/image-asset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="1280" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzsLS-JVk975oc8m0vRXJwaks9yAsNLBerIV3ODKZoqmMqoQXfJMnV-nBqxYzzwk3hd55EXWZt1AHs0-me88ZyfEm9MQOMrWEiuinOy_Dxuh8kwz780YOIQXaugWBhXiDAPnYo-3JNpqyH/w400-h260/image-asset.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Frantic, frenetic and ferocious, Liverpool five-piece Yammerer are impossible to pigeon-hole, let alone cage. Lazy comparisons might see the quintet compared to the likes of The Fall, or perhaps even Idles, though while there are similarities, especially as far as the former are concerned, there’s a sense of something unhinged at the core of Yammerer that not even Mark E Smith could channel, no matter how many tantrums he threw. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/9/29/yammerer-boa-constrictor">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. 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A statement of intent (‘Unaware Bliss’ is the first taste of a forthcoming EP) self-produced over lockdown, it seeks to explore that strange feeling of euphoria often experienced in the early stages of grief (in this case the inevitability of the end of a relationship), and in doing so has crafted not so much a song, but a soundscape - a gently unfurling sonic tapestry in which the peaks and troughs are as emotional as they are musical.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/9/23/aster-unaware-bliss">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. 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Though it’s the longest the band have gone between LPs, for anyone familiar with 2016’s Stage Four that break will come as little surprise. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://whenthehornblows.com/content/2020/10/8/album-review-touche-amore-lament?rq=dave%20beech">This review was originally written for When the Horn Blows. 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Realistically it was only 10 short months ago, and though a lot has happened in that time, it’s a record I’ve found myself going back to countless times, for countless reasons.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://www.rgm.press/october-drift-naked-ep/review/">This review was originally written for RGM. 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Though while bands such as Oasis or Blur managed to perfectly encapsulate the aspirations and optimism of Blairite Britain, it’s difficult to convey that to a 7 year, regards of how politically astute they may be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://www.rgm.press/two-weeks-in-nashville-homeward-bound/review/">This review was originally written for RGM. 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After all, how does a band write, record, even practice properly without being in the same room as one another?</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="While it goes without saying that the UK’s lockdown changed the lives of millions of people, and indeed continues to do so, for musicians and those in bands it’s meant a whole rethink to their operations. After all, how does a band write, record, even practice properly without being in the same room as one another?">This review was originally written for RGM. Click here to read in full.</a></i></p>Dave Beechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06580115092907747199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645393417626045843.post-61543472846095840972020-11-09T14:12:00.005+00:002020-11-09T14:12:38.734+00:00#750: Peak Low - Transition<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjI-ehlz6Db8GLsyxVMJP-t63XjLzurOnveMZ_5u6WMl-JrtUReDvjHyApb1rlqiLdcIoEb_7NVKQHBlcjKcwhzN1V5X6t8fmto4VjZL-0rmQdEEUvgHuMkCkC2b4pCOEQJW96xj8zZpN2/s960/117353724_3095561047164473_7927324616245315119_n-960x585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="960" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjI-ehlz6Db8GLsyxVMJP-t63XjLzurOnveMZ_5u6WMl-JrtUReDvjHyApb1rlqiLdcIoEb_7NVKQHBlcjKcwhzN1V5X6t8fmto4VjZL-0rmQdEEUvgHuMkCkC2b4pCOEQJW96xj8zZpN2/w400-h244/117353724_3095561047164473_7927324616245315119_n-960x585.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Peak Low, the stage name of Derbyshire’s Nathan Till, is a somewhat fitting name for the artist behind Transition, itself a fitting title for the debut album from Peak Low. Inspired in part by Till’s escape from a strict religious upbringing and the struggles that came with trying to adapt to the world outside such a life, Transition is eight tracks of soaring and optimistic indie rock born from trying and testing times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://www.rgm.press/peak-low-transition/review/">This review was originally for RGM. 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And one can’t help but feel the pervading influence of the city’s bleak industrial history past at play within the track’s inherent claustrophobia.</p><p></p><p><i><a href="https://www.rgm.press/children-of-the-state-hot-money/review/">This review was originally for RGM. 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But then again, they’re not a band that one would want to avoid.</p><p><i><a href="https://www.rgm.press/the-lathums-i-see-your-ghost/review/">This review was originally for RGM. 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And though their idiosyncratic brand of acerbic post-punk and ramshackle indie rock might on occasion find the Mossley quartet with their tongues in cheeks, while they might not always take themselves too seriously, we certainly should. At least if their new record is anything to go by.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://www.rgm.press/cabbage-amanita-patherina/review/">This review was originally written for RGM. Click here to read in full.</a></i></div><br /><p></p>Dave Beechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06580115092907747199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645393417626045843.post-86398955076967199262020-11-09T14:03:00.002+00:002020-11-09T14:03:08.865+00:00#746: Bang Bang Romeo - Starve<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOYdOQzxzeBGe3E_TwtsWkaxyLCDrSs0oGvJQUz6u_Vi4dpM2yrHQXpeW-bY_cpbfIODka-BxkCxeIcuxWq_EOpFTcOQZeNmeXJhmyiIYDfeZ-HsgQ0UeiQfc7dc17DmA-fs44v97V5K8/s1024/EiLsosjXkAEB0kG-1024x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOYdOQzxzeBGe3E_TwtsWkaxyLCDrSs0oGvJQUz6u_Vi4dpM2yrHQXpeW-bY_cpbfIODka-BxkCxeIcuxWq_EOpFTcOQZeNmeXJhmyiIYDfeZ-HsgQ0UeiQfc7dc17DmA-fs44v97V5K8/w400-h400/EiLsosjXkAEB0kG-1024x1024.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">It’s difficult to put a finger on Bang Bang Romeo. With tracks that would be at home on the stages of Download Festival, as well as those that are more suited to sweaty club dancefloors, they’re a rare example of a band who almost literally have something for everybody. From the nostalgia flecked “Bag of Bones” to the angular and frenetic “What’s Up” or the empathically uplifting pop of the Example featuring “Love Yourself”, they’re a band with multiple aesthetics, each linked by an overarching message of empowerment. Personal or otherwise.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://www.rgm.press/bang-bang-romeo-starve/review/">This review was originally written for RGM. Click here to read in full.</a></i></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Dave Beechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06580115092907747199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645393417626045843.post-17085575074569272482020-11-09T14:00:00.004+00:002020-11-09T14:00:31.397+00:00#745: October Drift - Like the Snow We Fall<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNcbZQhSbahkvhFqB3LDOGtYg-TqFB2u5cZQ2maJ7dMCmBEYZ0kGJlteewldTTn68R4JGmvhxx5RMBuyLXdWzPOz1Ruth-_bSrKiHrXid65QTNLOLwzkXwB5ZJLCu9nmdV2UmyZnahSff/s1500/october-1500x750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNcbZQhSbahkvhFqB3LDOGtYg-TqFB2u5cZQ2maJ7dMCmBEYZ0kGJlteewldTTn68R4JGmvhxx5RMBuyLXdWzPOz1Ruth-_bSrKiHrXid65QTNLOLwzkXwB5ZJLCu9nmdV2UmyZnahSff/w400-h200/october-1500x750.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The thing with writing about music is, there’s just so bloody much of it. As such, some bands and artists will pass you by completely, some will dawdle on your periphery, dipping in and out of earshot with an occasional single or album, and others will become something of a permanent fixture in your life. October Drift fall into the latter category.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://www.rgm.press/october-drift-like-the-snow-we-fall/review/">This review was originally written for RGM. Click here to read in full.</a></i></div><br /><p></p>Dave Beechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06580115092907747199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645393417626045843.post-38078132437772454512020-11-09T13:58:00.003+00:002020-11-09T13:58:26.123+00:00#744: Ian Brown - Little Seed Big Tree<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Pg4E65d3LVda6m_vs6cTfWJVBwG7RbIPqOcA_5FMYz8kTKOsgm6kPIKCEf0q7lJpSgEnKINSjLYz-jgW48rVE4X48bjX43tBpK3DFLpzpfSP6ev_Si_zLTG5lOEWOXsYr-LfeeOZBEJh/s500/81jwgKk5qTL._SS500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Pg4E65d3LVda6m_vs6cTfWJVBwG7RbIPqOcA_5FMYz8kTKOsgm6kPIKCEf0q7lJpSgEnKINSjLYz-jgW48rVE4X48bjX43tBpK3DFLpzpfSP6ev_Si_zLTG5lOEWOXsYr-LfeeOZBEJh/w400-h400/81jwgKk5qTL._SS500_.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Being from Manchester is pretty good. I don’t subscribe to the idea that it’s “the best city on earth” like some Mancunians but generally it’s a great city that feels largely independent and self-sufficient, harbouring a burgeoning community of artists, musicians and bands that give the city much of its reputation. But lately, some of our bigger exports are giving the rest of us a bad name.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://www.rgm.press/ian-brown-little-seed-big-tree/review/">This review was originally written for RGM. Click here to read in full.</a></i></div><br /><p></p>Dave Beechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06580115092907747199noreply@blogger.com0