Bleeding Knees Club
A duo make up of two dudes from Australia’s Gold Coast, the songs they make are unmistakably brash, but in a playful way, like a hateful puppy
The work of Dean Bentley, this is a project that sounds like Solar Bears being played on the wrong speed setting, a hyperactive mass of noise that doesn’t quite seem certain where it’s going.
Fear of Men
It’s lush, and feels gloriously analogue – a texture to the noise going deeper than the grit of their lo-fi recordings. It’s a sound that meanders, a hazy stumble through a dozen half remembered pop songs.
These kind of doo-wah inspired snippets can’t stay undiscovered for long
Coming from Boscombe (near Bournemouth, apparently), the shadow that Los Angeles casts runs through from their name into their sound, broad strokes of the surf-rock aethetic translated into naval gazing beauty.
Lovely and worrying in equal measure
Imagine if Kate Bush was 20 today
The Bell Peppers
Whilst everyone else had their eyes transfixed on the Royal Wedding (wasn’t her dress amazing? didn’t Pippa look great? and they kissed twice!) The Bell Peppers were in the process of uploading their languid, sweltering surf rock stylings to bandcamp
A darkness lurking throughout, the pressure slowly building throughout with the briefest glimpses of light offered intermittently
A mixture of the stark and the deeply textured
AC SLATER (now YOOFS)
They bring to mind sitting in terrible student houses and drinking budget whiskey with people that you don’t really know, just to feel alive.
A jittery concoction
It’s a bit of a hipster thing to say you enjoyed Bethany Cosentino’s work back when she was making weirdo noise and having about 5 people listen to her tracks, but there was something mystically charming about those days, something that London’s Female Band manages to capture in these 4 minutes
Brutal and atmospheric
Maybe if The Horrors had done their drug cocktails a bit differently and had a slightly different music selection to soundtrack their comedown, this could’ve been one of the b-sides for Skying.
This is fucking brilliant, like if Baths studied a bit more and procrastinated a lot less.
You’ve got to appreciate a band who obey the first rule of appealing to the hipster crowd (which happens to be having a naked babe in your artwork) whilst making a racket that seems blissfully unaware of the hype it will create.