Showing posts with label Findlay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Findlay. Show all posts

Monday, 28 October 2013

The Sound Influx Playlist: 28.10.13


It's only ruddy week three! One day we'll look back on this with fondness, remembering the time we had a feature that lasted for three whole consecutive weeks. How we'll drink.
This week, we've had a host of curators of the playlist from across the site; great to see a team come together to collaborate on this project.
In this, the third installment of The Playlist; our three featured artists are MO, Findlay and Swearin'.

Let's get straight to it then!




Mø - XXX ft Diplo

This is, in classic mø style, a chopped -up track with layers of samples and beats and her pretty laid-back delivery. It also includes the almost obligatory trumpet samples which have come to make mø's sound so distinctive. Diplo also plays a part, although this is Mø's moment.
Holly Read-Challen

Swearin' - Dust in the Gold Sack

You'd be forgiven for confusing Swearin' with their tour-buddies Waxahatchee; mostly because lead singer Allison Crutchfield is Katie's twin sister. Where Waxahatchee deal in refined sounds though, Swearin', as their name may suggest, take it a bit more FIDLAR. There's a definite cross between this and many of Wichita's post-grunge releases from the last year and we can't quite get enough of it.
Braden Fletcher


Findlay - Greasy Love

Bursts of static and Natalie Findlay's sexy yelp usher in another cracking single from the young Manchester songwriter. "I know it feels good when he sucks on my blood" she shrieks as her backing band leap from popping bass to strident garage rock riffs that channel The Kills on a three day bender. It's short, sharp, sleazy and seductive. What more could you want?
Max Sefton

That's all for this playlist, enjoy.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Findlay - Your Sister


Rocking an S&M themed video to match its sexually charged lyrics, Your Sister is the debut single from female-fronted rockers Findlay. Vocalist Natalie Findlay spits lines like ‘Second chance, fuck romance’ in a howl reminiscent of The Kills’ Alison Mosshart over a raw garage blues. The opening riff is basically Jean Genie by David Bowie and there’s a cheeky nod to T-Rex’s ‘Hot Love’ later on but the basic vibe is just a squalling solo and a vinyl fixation away from Elephant-era White Stripes. A swaggering first statement that buzzes and crackles with energy, the song sounds like it was designed to be belted out live. With just two tracks available to listen to online it’s hard to tell whether Findlay have the madcap creativity to make something really original but for now this is thrilling stuff.

Max Sefton