It is electronic rock dancing a sultry and sensual tango with industrial electro-pop across a shaded and empty dance floor, it is primal urges caressing modern technology, old school experimentation getting frisky with future possibilities.
The fact that the ghost of Bowie floats effortlessly above this mercurial release should come as no surprise, his presence is felt everywhere and those of a certain age and creative outlook can’t help but channel some of his musical personality and creative world view.
Without abandoning the washed ambience and tentative tones, Paper Cranes is instead built on a throbbing, hypnotic, motorik beat and some lovely and exotic, skittering chiming charm
Japan Suicide feel like the front runners in the search for a new form of rock music, one which very generously tips its hat to the darker swathed, post-punk originators but which also reminds us that commerciality and success should be the by-product of creativity not the drive.
Occam’s Razor states that the simplest way forward is the simplest and in a way that is what Matt does here, the hand isn’t overplayed, the music is both subtle and supple and the overall affect is chilled but engaging, something that is only possible when you have the ability to write really great songs in the first place.
If some music is created with the intention of being right in the listeners face and some designed to be purely background music, then Paul Littlewood’s latest release is a whole new concept, a song which somehow does both.
From The Who to The Jam and from The Sweeney to The Streets, young, working class lads with an eye to fashion, coolness and musical history have picked up instruments and told us about their lives and surroundings.
Disaffection is both an updating of the past for those who weren’t there and also a reminder for those that were.
It is pop, of sorts, but pop that refuses to play by the rules, instead ricocheting between eighties experimental post-punkery, 4AD influenced sonic dreaming, feel good psych-pop, acid laced avant-gardening and a whole host of sounds and styles which you might be hard pushed to actually put a name to.
Melanina combines the raw and blasted jagged edged beauty of The Jesus and Mary Chain, the more grunge infused drive of Dinosaur Jr. and the modern mindset of The Editors. It wanders between fragile soundscaping and walls of garage rock weight.