Showing posts with label mo. Show all posts
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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.
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rose elinor dougall,
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Sound Influx,
soundcloud,
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Friday, 24 May 2013
Live at Leeds '13
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| The 1975 at Live at Leeds |
Sound Influx started Live At Leeds 2013 with a visit to The
Wardrobe on the Friday night to catch Bearfoot Beware and Wet Nun’s sets. Although
Bearfoot Beware entertained, it was Wet Nuns who really impressed. The duo
created a sound of a volume seemingly beyond their means. That sound was full
of huge riffs and thunderous drums, and boy was it LOUD. Their blend of lo-fi
blues/punk really must be experienced live to have its sheer power appreciated
fully.
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| Wild Swim |
On the Saturday, it was a long walk to the Brudenell Social
Club (buses/taxis are cheating, apparently) to catch the end of Wild Swim’s
set. Their emotional songs with Wild Beasts style keys and vocals were
certainly worth the walk, especially closer ‘Echo’. Next, to the Faversham,
where Swiss Lips’ energetic set surely won them some new fans. The band’s sugar
sweet vocals, synths and drum machine beats are easy to hate, but after seeing
them live, this cynical view might just have changed for some. The Manc
popsters really did bring a fun atmosphere, and live, their sound is just much
less, well…annoying. One band who didn’t need to convince anyone was Dinosaur
Pile-Up. The local lads certainly know how to whip up a crowd and there were
circles going from early in the set. But my god were they loud. Loud is to be
expected and anticipated from this band, but ears ringing four hours and the
lasting regret of forgetting earplugs isn’t. This was a bit of a shame as it
meant the set wasn’t as enjoyable as it could have been.
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| Swiss Lips |
After a break for burritos (the ultimate festival food,
probably), we got ourselves to the Stylus to see the fantastic MØ, who’s
energetic stage presence combined with infectious pop songs made for a really
great set. The use of projections as a backdrop was a nice touch, adding an
extra dimension to the show for those at the back. ‘Pilgrim’ and ‘Glass’, with
Singer Karen Marie
Ørsted prowling the stage in a leopard print bomber jacket. From one definite
highlight of the weekend and straight on to another, I managed to get to the
front for Savage’s set. That renowned intensity wasn’t hampered too much by
sound difficulties with singer Jehn’s mic. Once these problems were fixed the
launched into a full on rendition of ‘Shut Up’, and there’s probably some irony
to be found in there somewhere. The rest of the set, with rumbling bass, punchy
drums and, of course, Jehn’s fierce, intense vocals made sure that savages’
performance stayed in my mind for a good long while. They scared and thrilled in
equal measures and SI loved every minute.
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| Dinosaur Pile Up |
After
getting slightly lost, SI managed to arrive at the beautiful Holy Trinity
church in time for Sóley’s sound check. Her set was beautiful, even despite a
quite impossibly loud argument breaking out halfway through, which left a
slightly awkward, embarrassed atmosphere lingering for a few songs. However
this went away as throughout the rest of her set Sóley created such beautiful,
haunting songs which had the audience in a sort of hushed reverence, befitting
the church setting. ‘Pretty Face’ and ‘I’ll Drown’, with its echoing, sampled
vocals, were the highlights of a truly captivating performance.
Embers
were a last minute addition to the line-up, and although they clashed with
headliners The Walkmen, they were un-missable, as a band who have played too
few shows since they first burst onto the Manchester scene. And they didn’t
disappoint, creating huge, reverberating songs that filled the tiny, boiling
Nation Of Shopkeepers from wall to wall. It may have been the walking, or the
heat, or the lack of sleep, but SI may have found ourselves getting a little
emotional towards the end of their set. Embers’ blend of shoegaze and post-rock
is immensely impressive live, and SI implores you to go and see them.
After realising that I had missed ‘The Rat’, SI is ashamed
to say that we left The Walkmen’s set early. A whole day of intensive band
watching, walking and getting lost in Leeds had taken its toll and we needed a
bit of a sit down. As the Stylus was packed (and rightly so) for The Walkmen,
we wandered down to The Mine to Watch Sky Larkin. To end the weekend with a
band who have been a part of the Northern music scene for many years seemed
fitting somehow, and was really quite special. It seems they have only got
better since we last saw them all those years ago.
Live At Leeds, though exhausting, was a thoroughly fantastic
festival with a great atmosphere. And, for this writer, who had never been to
Leeds before, it also proved a fantastic tour around the city and some of its
impressive venues. The only downside was missing so many bands due to clashes ,
walking or both. Honourable mentions go to The Crookes, The Staves, Micky P
Kerr and King Krule. We’re sure that there’ll be plenty of opportunities to see
this lot soon though. Roll on Live At Leeds 2014!
Words: Holly Read Challen
Photos: Braden Fletcher
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