The chronicle of four songs from This Town Needs Guns on the album they share with Cats and Cats and Cats, released mid September on the independent label Big Scary Monsters (Yndi Halda, Meet Me in St Louis, Jeniferever) running through my head for some time. I listen to these songs every day for weeks, often several times a day, and I struggle to identify what attracts me so much in this quintet of Oxford. Classically trained guitar / vocals / bass / drums / piano practicing a rock at the cross roads of London and technicians indie melodic North of England can not yet not mean that the group revolutionized a genre. Maybe this is the guitar playing, beautiful and fast, technical without being overbearing, constantly emphasizing the melody feat, devoid of traditional agreements, which truly transforms the guitar into a second voice, a second vector emotion. Or the piano accompanying subtly sweetest moments of their music, knowing how to forget when not required, to return in style to highlight the best passages. Or simply the voice of Stuart Smith, still in the reservoir, perfect for strolling in the streets nostalgic night of a rainy city. Our favorite bands all have an optimal time to be heard and for me it was in this situation I most This Town Needs Guns; when I got home at night, headphones firmly screwed on the ears, hands in pockets, facing a fine drizzle, his face illuminated by the headlights of cars, body randomly bumped by passersby pressed while my mind wanders into their music.
Their music grows just reflection. Whether through the notes that we conjure up images of the past or text posted from city disillusioned, large child who realizes that being adult is not all that it promised it would be. "I'm sorry I'm a bit down tonight, to all my friends Have Lost Their Minds, Once More, I'm not happy here anymore," said he, opening of "26 Is Dancier Than 4" which opens the side of the album devoted to them. He then spread his findings on his life without complaining, with a touching defeatism in his voice, "It's Just the Same as It Was Before, same faces and I hit the floor", then offering a loophole which does not seem truly believe "And We Danced All the Same to songs, like Back When We Were Young, so let's get out of here while we can". Ramblings of an alcohol sad not find suites. Oddly the title of their second song "If I Sit Still Maybe I'll get out of here" seems more appropriate to their first, but they choose to use it to illustrate a failed romantic relationship. After all its insights the group as a s'externalise finally closing with "It's Not True Rufus, Do not listen to the hat" on which they appear for the first time out of their mind to directly contact a third person "Have some Faith, Do not You Know That This Is Not a race, and we are not contenders. This output comes from the cocoon of a lot more rough times in which the guitars heavier, as if to protect them during the incursion final in the outside world. "We Can Only Be Ignored "they conclude. they are undeceived.
Once again I can only encourage you to get légalemen t this album for a measly 7 pounds, and thus support group and a label that will be worth the trouble, for whom every penny counts. The four songs from Cats and Cats and Cats are becoming very pleasant too. Until then.
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This Town Needs Guns - 26 Is Dancier Than 4
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