Yes this post is late, but when I’m going to have these records for the rest of my life, does it matter? That is the permanence of vinyl; the permanence of a physical copy; it won’t be gone any time soon. And that is amazing. Five more singles, five more artists, ten more songs and two more beautifully pressed, semi-translucent coloured records now belong to me, and this is the first of them.
Deap Vally’s ‘Smile More’, on fun, pink vinyl, is a perfect piece of Americana. Meg White-esque drums and repetitive guitar riffs fluctuate from the easy plod of the verses to the out-bursting choruses in a tale of feminism, although ‘this isn’t why they started doing this’. ‘Royal Jelly’, on the other hand, is piped full of angst; most evident through its snarling vocals, although the band’s use of an emphasised backbeat is equally as impressive. Maybe you do need to go see them on their imminent tour, hmm?
Now, in terms of the aesthetics of the record itself, this next one is perhaps my favourite yet; just for that deep and even blue. The soft and wistful nature of James Vincent McMorrow’s vocals are 100% the most striking feature of his work, but, as a drummer myself, it is the way that the percussive sounds present perfectly offset them that is fascinating, an effect evident on A-side ‘Rising Water’. ‘Evil’ leaves the dance aspect of his work behind for a sole focus upon a calm, emotional mood, further displaying the sheer ability his sound has to touch an audience. Both tracks are equally impressive from different angles.
Shrinking Mind’s artwork is…interesting, and so’s their sound. The vocals in’Fun’ took me completely by surprise; I did not expect such ferocity to erupt from such an unsuspecting riff. With choruses of garage and verses of psychedelia, perhaps this band could be ones to watch. Carefree rock of the Fidlar ‘things aren’t great but who cares?’ vein, ‘Chasing’ is perhaps even better than its’ A-side counterpart, and displays the fun-loving nature of the band. This lot are really giving the Americans a run for their money in a genre typically dominated by our Pacific neighbours.
Representing my hometown of Leeds, Caro bring their offerings to the table of Flying Vinyl. Their sound and origins do lead to a sensible comparison with Alt-J, but, when we suddenly here roaring guitar chords shatter the tranquillity of ‘Cold Comfort’ we realise these similarities are merely superficial. ‘Admit/Resist’ leans to the calmer side of the band’s repertoire, however, to me, there is always an under-lying message of deeper meaning, with the track threatening to break free at any moment. Another stunning addition to the vastly expanding music scene of Leeds.
Afterbloom’s ‘Duh’ could not have been better named. Its lazy vocal style is befitting of such a slang word as it drifts along at its own pace, seemingly ignoring the watery wall of sound the band has come up with. ‘Nothing to Learn’ is singing from the same hymn sheet, showing a cohesive progression through the band’s work and marking out exactly what the band do. Music of this type has become a regular from Flying Vinyl, and this is simply because more and more we see this genre dominating everyone’s headphones.
Sorry I’m late, but music will never go away, so how much of a rush is there?