“Silly Little Self”
We are aware that we have an incredibly scary picture above. Striking though, isn’t it? Not that we’re insecure about it or anything, but if you’re worried we’ve completely lost the bloody plot and turned all goth on yo’ asses, you’d be a tiny bit right, but mostly-completely wrong; that is to say that we thoroughly enjoy the full spectrum that the so-called alternative genres have to offer. Although that being said, we are staunchly against music that’s just flat out wrong (or rather the wrong kind of act sitting in an otherwise endearing genre), for example a sizeably chunk of the roster for Spinefarm Records. Either which way, Tom Kills isn’t goth, he’s not on Spinefarm, and he sure as shit isn’t wrong. He’s so very, very right. Emerging out of the Scottish Highlands (or Cumbernauld to most civilised folk) like some kinda….highlander, a couple of songs have since appeared online, out of which Silly Little Self has got industry and fans alike winding themselves up into quite the tizz about the whole affair. Being suckers for soft Scottish accents in any event aside, Tom Kills delivers bitter-sweet lyrics that for us completely embody the core of complex human emotions such as regret, self-loathing and a longing to get one’s own act together for the sake of others – for us, most of the great poetry ever written dances upon those very subjects. We have also worked out that the track boasts a distorted keyboard, rather than a stylophone as we were initially led to believe, which may be a solid premise for us to state that we think there’s really nothing quite like this out there at the moment – although vocally, there’s Bowie all over this. An outstanding effort, and one that’s sure to collide with radio airwaves before long.
Tom Kills – Silly Little Self