Foot on the gas, riding on fuzzy fuel punk pop headed towards some dodgy, dirty little hole in the wall for some hip-thrusting, raunchy good times.
Let’s go on a journey today, shall we?
First stop: Tokyo.
Already being on a trip and taking another one at the same time is a bit of a trip, if you will. Kikagaku’s brand of refined/freeform experimental psychedelic is juicy, enchanting and all colours of rainbow-swirl fantastic. Go ahead and get lost. Their 5-track EP, ‘Stone Garden’, was out just last month.
Next Stop: Wuhan
With elements of math, indie and emo rock, Chinese Football sounds like something from the late 90’s or early 2000’s ‘pop-rock’ scene except it’s Chinese, and much, much better. The ‘youth and frustration’ they sing about is thankfully masked by the fact that I can’t understand a thing they’re saying. This ends up making the extremely chill vibes and impressive structures that lie beneath – but show prominence throughout – to come forth as a focus, instead of as just a vehicle for the vocals.
Next stop: Ulaanbaatar.
If you’re one of those people that get easily stirred up by earthy ethnic music (I know, there aren’t many of us), or if you’ve checked that YouTube video of the bad-ass Mongolian throat singer, this next one will definitely please. Dubbed ‘ethno-jazz’, Arga Bileg’s sound is definitely unique. Combining traditional Mongolian instruments and sounds with a kind of smooth jazz produces something you’d expect to be hearing in a smokey, remote underground Mongolian pleasure house.
Next Stop: Quebec.
If you’ve never been to Quebec, you’ll not know what I’m talking about when I say this song could be the perfect accompaniment when walking back to your hotel after you’ve been going hard in one of the little haunts or crowded clubs along Saint Louis in the wee hours of the morning while trying to wrap your head around the last few hours you spent drinking and fucking in a someone’s random hotel room just as the sun begins to come up. You may have to trust me on this one. Final State’s track, WAYN, is just that. Somehow sultry and smooth and reassuring while somewhat conversely also speaking to the strain and drain of life and love.
Next Stop: Austin
A one and a two and a let’s go. Foot on the gas, riding on fuzzy fuel punk pop headed towards some dodgy, dirty little hole in the wall for some hip-thrusting, raunchy good times. Good god this just oozes. Elemental and energetic, Leather Girls are all at once gritty and slick – resulting in just the right amount of fluid tension. Click play. Click play now. Actually, maybe you should get a box of tissues or a sock first.
Next Stop: Ascot
Immediately haunting, the vocal track, the hollow rhythms, the hypnotic beats, the whole of the aura this music sits in – there’s something to be said about the work the young lads from Febueder have been putting together. There’s obvious parallels to make here but we’ll refrain. Let’s give these guys their funky, soulful, alternative due. With a couple of EP’s in the books and a string of singles we’re all waiting to see what these guys can put together for a debut album. Well worth the listen.