There’s a lot going against the sensation of drinking alcohol in the morning, feeling unsteady on your feet as the spirits sits uneasily atop your cornflakes, the slow sobering up taking you just past midday. But whilst mainly the reserve of alcoholics and the suburban middle aged at Christmas, it inarguably gives a slant on the world that is pretty much unmatched, part wooziness, slightly energetic and wide eyed whilst remaining mildly upsetting. Temple Songs probably didn’t have that in mind when they were putting together their eponymous E.P., but it’s what they’ve managed to capture. Dirtier than dream pop, too frayed to be psychedelic, it’s a heady mix that draw heavily on lo-fi without ever sinking to it’s tuneless depths.
The project appears to be the overflow from now defunct band The Falling Floors, but the vibrancy and wurlitzer charm of Temple Songs forerunner hasn’t been lost, each of the six songs relying heavily on a kind of sedated melody. It’s the kind of music that makes you want to put a shot of baileys in your morning coffee, or carry a hipflask of whiskey around to keep you warm. It’s probably not a good idea, but don’t let that stop you.