Jay Som

Jay Som
“Peach Boy”

Jay Som

Just got hit by a full-on energy slump. Haven’t had one of these since the glory days of working for what was formerly known as Mercury Records UK – we held the much-coveted position of A&R scout, which basically meant that we would spent most of the day staring into MySpace (which is ye olde speak for Spotify and kinda Facebook we guess, and in those days kids, the idea of paying anyone anything at all for a stream was considered utter shash) alongside not being liked very much by a sizable chunk of our colleagues, and kissing all kinds of ass in order to alleviate the source of all our previous insecurities in life in direct correlation to that last bit. Yessir, circa 2006-2007 were the fucking days. Blogs and the Hype Machine were a relatively new concept (we think, or maybe we were just remarkably inefficient at our job), and so we didn’t have those or indeed a herd of people to follow around to make it look as if we remotely knew what we were doing. Anyways, around about the 4pm kinda mark, the bastard slump kicks in and it is a bit like having a brain freeze except with a brain freeze you still might be able to access certain information like, dunno, your name or date of birth. As it happens, a lot of this afternoon spent in what is likely to go down in history as the longest business affairs/accounting/stint in an HSBC that we’ve ever personally experienced, involved us regurgitating a great deal of personal and corporate information. We can’t say a lot about it – and we’re sure a lot of people can appreciate the irony there – but Killing Moon’s about to get a fucking lot bigger. And, yes of course, we will then come for all of you who have ever dared to cross us, if we can be arsed or indeed at all inclined to do that. We are dark and mysterious. With an energy slump. Sound tracking this undoubtedly fatigue-driven bout of power hunger we’re venting onto this page (we’ll leave it to you to decide if we’re serious about any of it) is the equally power-hungered Jay Som in all her shoey-gazey, lo-fi-y, scuzzy-guitary glory. Back in 2007 we would have called this “recession music”, owing to the plethora of bands around London and elsewhere at the time like Yuck, Summer Camp and Telekinesis that sprung up hither and tither in a similar sonic vein as an alleged reflection of the rapidly depleting amount of funds around for bands at the time to write and indeed produce music beyond a garage-capable standard. We realise now all of that was bullshit, and people genuinely just dig the aforementioned scuzz. Anyway, let’s talk a bit more about Jay Som before we completely pass out ahead of our fifty-billionth call today. Real name is Melina, which we think is a really nice name. Current location is San Francisco, which we know is a really nice place. She’s recently signed to Polyvinyl, which we imagine is a really good home for the recorded outputs Jay Som has to offer such as Track Of The Day Peach Boy, given that those guys rep contemporaries like Japandroids and thus this makes the whole collective surrounding in the wider context just really bloody cool overall. The whole ruddy album inclusive of this track went and featured on Fader the other day, in case anyone was left in doubt of the sheer amount of cool plaudits backing this up. Nostalgia ahoy.

 


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