Well kiddos, it has been a wee while, hasn’t it? So long since our LAST PULSE reading, you could have been forgiving for thinking we were dead. However, whilst it may have sounded a lot like a flat line, our pulse was in fact beating so fast that its frequency could not be caught and measured by individual beats.
As you can see, we’re in rude health – unless we are zombies, in which case prepare to watch us decompose before your very eyes. Whether we’re back from the dead or simply back on the monitor, we’re back with a vengeance. We’ve some right corkers lined up for you this edition. So, read on, throw the words in your face, and plug their advice in your ears – appease that big sexy brain of yours.
P.S. I’m really, really sorry for the delay; don’t hurt me, still love/tolerate me.
Torn Hawk
To get this grovelling apology of mine off to a good start I’m hitting you hard and sexy, by way of old school VHS slasher flicks. I’m doing that by encouraging you to follow the command of Torn Hawk’s website and suggest that you ‘Get Hawked’.
Torn Hawk, or Luke Wyatt, is an electronic producer (and self proclaimed ‘video mulcher’) who cuts, copies, and pastes his music together to create an atmosphere that veer from a glowing, orange, 1980s sunset smeared with pink into the kind of grimy and pulsating murder-gunge best soundtracked by equally as unwashed synthesisers. Of course, it sounds like both at the same time creating this weird tension that is all the while melodious and calming. Then again sometimes there’s just serene minimalism, just because.
As to the ‘video mulching’, Wyatt also likes to forcefully, with a gentle touch, create visual collages of old-school home videos in addition to ’80s films and pornos, because why not?
Deers
Who’d’ve thought that the best place to look for vintage, lo-fi, New York cool – with more than a twinge of Phil Spector getting The Velvet Underground to write the music for a 60s girl group, and then recording in a basement- at the moment, would in fact be Madrid? Well, meet Deers.
The group who formed just last year do in fact rain in Spain, though I couldn’t specify whether it’s mostly on the plain. The rain is rough, raw, and sounding almost like it’s not ready, but that’s what lo-fi is all about. It’s not just lo-fi authenticity though, these distorted, grainy, crackly demo-sounding tracks are proper songs with crafted melodies and slacker charm. Though Deers only have a few tracks under their belt there’s already a buzzing around these four, and it’s not just from their knackered old amplifiers.
H. Hawkline
Though there’s not a whole lot known about Huw Evans, he’s somewhat of an enigma wearing a name badge that reads ‘mystery’, there’s plenty of music out there to let you get to know H. Hawkline – his musical form. The Welsh multi-instrumentalist has done the rounds in a number of bands; playing for and with – though both can mean the same thing. However, H. Hawkline is entirely his baby.
Having dished out a couple of releases, Hawkline recently signed to Heavenly – home to the likes of TOY, the recently featured The Wytches, and Fionn Regan to name but a few – and has just churned out a big serving of all his recordings to date. To lure you into the sound that is H. Hawkline think Syd Barrett’s solo work, Cate Le Bon, Donovan at his folkiest and Gruff Rhys. That should be a scent enough to draw you in for a taste.
Ωracles
If you like your cocktails filled with the full flavour of the full fruit stall on the market, and full to the brim with spirits, you’re going to enjoy Oracles. Also, because I don’t feel like I said it enough, once more: full. Anyway, Oracles are a five piece who formed in Berlin, back in 2013, and they like to get things woozy, but in that intoxicated sweet spot.
If I wanted to sum up their sound, which is sort of my job, I guessed I’d describe it as psychedelic disco with funk strut, musical harmonies, Krautrock hypnotism, and pop soul. I’ll admit, doesn’t really ‘sum up their sound’ more so than it does give you a list of components. Which, by the way is a better than giving you a silly, made up name that you don’t know the flavours of (I aware they’re all sill, made up names really). So, there were the ingredients. Now, drink up.
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