Feelin’ fine folks. Or rather, feelin’ on top of things for the first time in about three months. That lingering sense of dread that we’ve been carrying into, around and ultimately out of the office of late seems to have disappeared like a rather foosty fart in the wind. This was doubtless connected to all manners of myriad shit as these sorts of thing often are, but managing to clamber atop the landslide of work-related shit (mostly good, if not all, we’re glad to be able to say) has certainly helped. Being able to have a trusted inner-circle of confidants and the heaps of both emotional and practical assistance in several respects is also pretty much key to dealing with everything. Talking and/or moaning about our problems. Seems fitting that Ben Soep chose today of all days to sling our second consecutive Glaswegian new musical offering our way that just happens to be called Talk; and we think he knew that we were already going to show the same affinity toward current Track Of The Day’ers American Clay as a pig would towards their favourite pile of shite. And that is, to say, a high and highly-affectionate degree of affinity indeed. There is literally nothing about this band that falls below the “really fucking into it” level of our own personal joygasmeter. Nomenclature lending itself to US college rock stylings? Yeah man. Dudes that like to rock out? Affirmative. A scuzzed-out guitar sound that reminds us of Yuck, Wet Paint, Pavement, early Idlewild, early Biffy Clyro, and even The Cribs all at the same time? You bet your ass. What’s even more delightful is that Talk recently received a release-proper via the ever-cool Smalltown America, who we are permanently envious of for even existing and have spent some time unsuccessfully trying to emulate. What can we say, we’re impressionable.
American Clay – Talk[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNAS2Ytbqto]
AND LOOKIT THE LIVE VIDEO[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poLUyodReu4]