Nuevoh! | #003
by Tom Johnson
This trio from LA are one of those bands that leave you scratching your head as to how you’ve managed to miss them thus far. Their new EP, Last Lines, is astonishingly good; heart-tugging pop music that steers well clear of triteness simply through the weight of its convictions. There are echoes of Daughter’s all-consuming manner, but to search for influences or touching points would be something of an injustice to a band who are so beautifully and brilliantly their own. Meet your new favourite band…
There’s not too much you can say about a band who only have one track available (and one that’s only two-minutes long at that) but there’s something in the burned-out, sun-kissed groove of Anywhere that gets us all hot under the collar. The Irish band’s debut single is not particularly ground-breaking but it’s gloriously lazy and you’ll be craving all 132-seconds of it before it’s already finished. Job done then. More please!
Soul-folk? Folk-soul? Nope, we don’t know which tag works best either, but what is important here, folks, is that this record is THE SHIT. Crisp-as-hell hip-hop beats, inspired and joyous samples and one of the most soulful vocals you’ll hear all year. Turn the volume up, turn the lights down and get your grinding gear on. This is wonderful!
The song title alone is worth all the plaudits in the world, but thankfully Malcolm X in the Middle is wonderful enough in its own right. Coming across like Youth Lagoon remixing the Drive soundtrack, the song is dreamy in all the right ways, dense in all the right places but just too damn short. It is what it is, however, and for just under two-minutes you can allow yourself to drift away within it’s soft and hazy grasp. A beautiful track.
According to his Bandcamp bio, SMLH is the bedroom project of sixteen year-old Sam Higgins. Sixteen? Sixteen! I would tell him to leave his room and go out and enjoy his days while he’s young, but this is too good. Also I was staying up all night listening to Elliott Smith at his age, so what do I know. His self-titled EP drops on August 1st and it’s a heavy and heartfelt blast of noise (courtesy, almost primarily, of a Tascam 424), however it’s the vocals that steal the show, sounding something like the Black Keys forced inside a teenage throat. So young, so very good.
Secret Islands are currently hot-footing it out of New Jersey – and they’re bringing the funk with them. Oh, Mess is their debut track and it’s a blast. Stop-start rhythms, killer guitar lines and an aching sense of cool that runs throughout. If they take things darker they could head down My Morning Jacket’s creepy back lanes, either way it promises to be a helluva fun trip…