It's an indie kind of week, folks.
Provocative British hip-hop artist Kate Tempest earned critical buzz last year championing her vivid stories amongst sticky hooks. Whether the stories are autobiographical or not, it matters not—they’re believable. The urgency in her delivery purposefully serves the desperation of her narratives, of wry relationships, abuse, isolation, urban disillusionment, and generally hopeless characters and situations. The deck may be stacked against her subjects, but I wouldn’t bet against Tempest’s talent.
Bay Area rock kid-gone-international Ty Segall has by now earned and refuted and earned again a reputation as side-project extraordinaire, but Fuzz has evolved into something of a full-time concern. Between recording under his own name, Fuzz, Segall’s three-piece has offered help, vision, and guitar wizardry to a seemingly forever-growing list of bands: The Traditional Fools, Epsilons, Party Fowl, Sic Alps, The Perverts, and Ty Segall Band, but Fuzz would seem to be the highest priority. Fuzz has perhaps been his most serious side project, to the point that it’s probably not even fair to call it a side project. We’ll believe it when we hear the follow-up to 2013’s blitzkrieg self-titled album, Segall!
This fascinating Brooklyn collective just dropped the massively anticipated follow-up to their brilliant, out-of-nowhere 2013 self-titled album, and...wow. There’s no short supply of ambition in San Fermin’s sprawling songs (and albums, which both include at least 15 songs, clock for that matter), and that continues on the promising Jackrabbit.
The name of Kristian Matsson’s one-man band The Tallest Man on Earth is appropriately evocative—mattering not Matsson’s modest frame, but rather reminding us how words can send the imagination into worlds foreign and exotic. TMOE songs sweep you away to places that feel familiar but escape convenient identification. Even with more instrumental accompaniment, Matsson’s lyrical mastery is front and center, weaving stories that demand attentive consumption.
Talking Heads and Tears for Fears fans of yesterday, assemble and meet your torchbearer at the Converse Rubber Tracks Live Tour. Wild Nothing’s jangly, occasionally assertive pop borrows from each of those '80s new-wave forefathers to some degree, updating timeless sounds with modern chill. Peep this video for "Paradise" and take a trip back in time to when you were born (probably):
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