An energetic, pump-you-up track, littered with mind bending instrumentation and rushing vocals.
It’s reminds me of the type of song which is played in the ending scene of a romcom, or when the credits begin rolling in. There’s something about it which seems satisfyingly conclusive, yet so alive. It’s a juxtaposition, in that sense.
Just hold your breath, and grab my open hand the vocalist brazenly demands, in the opening. The same YOLO ethos is prominent throughout. Those of you who enjoy a vivacious, I-don’t-care-what-happens-you-only-live-once attitude will appreciate the ethics of this track.
It’s fun, it’s adrenaline-fuelling and it’s daring.
This track will slip through your ears like sand slips through your fingers. Easily, seamlessly, and satisfyingly.
Centering around the frustration which accompanies the typical, often tedious 9-5 job, it’s told from the perspective of an avid weekend-enthusiast and focuses on the pesky habits which come along with enjoying yourself too much. We know the feeling.
I feel the instrumentals in this track could be used as the background music in a Toyota commercial. They’re neat, and correlate with the polished vocals as seamlessly as Romeo & Juliet’s language slots into each other. A little more grit wouldn’t go amiss, here.
It’s admirable how they’ve incorporated a sense of poignancy into a hard-rockin’ single. It centres around platonic love, which is interesting coming from male perspectives.
“As guys, we get socialised differently. We don’t speak openly about the ones we care about and that’s often because we don’t know how.” James Betts, a member of the band says.
Amongst the bashing drums and undeniable sense of rawness in the track, lies a moral which is all too overlooked, nowadays. Show your love. When you’ve finished listening, you’ll be well and truly inspired to phone up your mate, to go for a pint. A good tune which leads to a nice bevvie; win-win… Once we’re out of lockdown, anyway.
A ripe merging of electronic and post punk, this track is an explosive piece of fruit. It’s aptly named, to say the least; combining zesty (no pun intended) vocals with a whimsical, dream-like synth beats.
Having supported the likes of The Blinders already, they’re no strangers to the post-punk revivalist theme – and this is evident in Tangerine Dream. It’s gritty yet glistening; merging rusty riffs with snazzy synths.
Towards the end of the track, instrumentation descends into a tangerine tangle. Think, maddening, uncontrollable guitar strums and roaring screams. It starts off dreamy and concludes in chaos – the ideal song for those who love a bit of duality.
A slightly moody, punning take on traditional hip-hop.
Khryptic’s witty use of lyrics should be appreciated, here, and it’s an element of his work which he considers to be particularly notable. “I believe that there are talented musicians on the local circuit,” he says. “But the themes and lyrical content from many of them leaves much to be desired.”
It’s invigorating to hear a hip hop track which offers a witty take on a genre which is widely known as being otherwise. Uncommercialised and authentic, this track would be ideal if you have a love for rich vocabulary, and equally, hip hop.
Having supported the likes of Gabrielle Aplin and The Hoosiers, Bennet has garnered a plethora of experience already, despite this being his debut single.
This track is achingly lovely. Bennett’s vocals take centre stage; coming through as raw, yearning and woefully pensive.
I can be your watchmaker if you need time, he sings in the opening; a musical offering of submittal which transcends into pure emotiveness, that runs throughout. It’s the type of track you listen to on a rainy, Sunday morning when you’re feeling a little melancholy. Or, when you’re departing somewhere after hearing sad news, sat in the back of a black cab, Made In Chelsea style.
Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but you get the picture. It’s delicate and it’s heart-aching, without being overwhelming. This is what makes this track so special.