Wild Promises_FI

Wild Promises
“Ballymore”

Wild Promises_FI

Never ever ever ever ever tell people that you’re driving to a festival. Whilst the title to a mechanised means of transport, in this case a thingy called a car, allows the user to weld great guestlist-getting power and an unprecedented amount of control in terms of the fun other people are allowed to have (and if they go rogue, they face certain doom with the prospect of having to figure out how they’ll get back on their tod when you decide you want to bail first thing on the Sunday), it also leaves you susceptible to an outrageous amount of fuckups when you ultimately discover you have invited half the population of the West London area to travel with you in your pretty-spacious-but-not-that-fucking-spacious family-friendly Renault Megane. It does have leather seats, and it does have a CD player, but not the capacity to fulfill our own self-imposed idiocy. So here’s the aptly-named Wild Promises heading up the Track Of The Day charge on this surprisingly tamer-than-usual Wednesday evening, with a song entitled Ballymore. Ballymore is a place in Ireland. So is Dublin. Wild Promises are from Dublin. There you go. Information. We’ve had a real hard time deducing what similar artists we can align alongside our protagonists today, which in so-called music tastemaking (where we all get the gang together around a big vat of, well, shite, and attempt to make it more palatable to you, our adoring readership. In this context, it means amplifying the music of new-ish bands so that they might be better-received by the general public; who interestingly, we realise, will never ever give as much of a shit about these sorts of things as we and people like us do, namely those who place the importance of their opinions above those of others, or in our case those who do not have the fucks to spare in order to care that much for the opinions of….certain others) terms is actually a positive. We reckon. In that the golden-goose scenario for bands-wut-on-the-up is if a song sounds so familiar that you sense that you’ve heard it before, yet you cannot deduce precisely within which proverbial sonic sphere this should orbit. But, hey, that’s never stopped us from trying. We think Bright Eyes. Ben reckons Paul Thomas Saunders. Intern Michael has stepped up and said Brandon Flowers. We dunno. What do you think? We think it’s great.

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