PREMIERE: Silent Crowd
Two remarkable things have happened in the last 24 hours. Firstly, we went to bed at 9.30pm yesterday. Why? Cos we’re fucking tired and doing that work-work-work shit at full (until 9.30pm happens of course) blast until we disappear for a little bit. And by a little bit, we mean three weeks, which is actually the longest period we have been away from any given office environment – bedroom, living room, actual office; if you can sit in it and it has broadband, we’ve probably worked in it at some point, or we blood will soon – for the past five years at least. This means that we woke up at a time that a large chunk of the working population might even deem as normal in terms of contrasting “industry standards”, and without the regular big black holes forming around our fuzzy eyeballs. Way to go us. Secondly, we managed to score a free breakfast from Starbucks in Camden this morning, owing to our seemingly unique ability to respect and abide by the time-honoured British tradition of queuing. Whereas everyone else was all like “fuck the law, I’m going in”, resulting in a rather noticeable dark cloud forming above our person and lightning bolts firing from most if not all orifices. So we’ve also learned that spruced up bacon butties pretty much make all your problems go away. All in all, it is a very indie-pop kinda day, so really it’s all well and good that we use this time to introduce these indie-pop champs who like to call themselves Silent Crowd. Which they ain’t really; in fact, they’re a rather loud bunch and as the genre might denote, they too are now ingrained with the Gloria Estefan Rhumba stylings of yesteryear that we find pretty much repurposed for modern usage, perhaps in the same way that The 1975 and Haim have in recent years. And if you think that’s a dig, it fucking isn’t. We dig that shit. Hence Fickle Friends and/or Lisbon, which in themselves are not a million miles removed from our Silent Crowd here. In other glorious news, this bad-boy was produced by producin’ bad-boy Kristofer Harris who counts accolades like Bear’s Den, Clock Opera and Get Inuit in his existing credentials; the release arrives vicariously through a label called Bon Nudity (nice); and they’re playing London’s Scream Lounge on the 11th November so you can get your mid-riffin’ body grooves on in the live context. Schwing.