Bad Flamingo – Miles
Never say one more word than you’re required to. Don’t make friends with strangers. Reveal as little about childhood as possible. And, if at all possible, never reveal your face, and don’t leave fingerprints.
Nah, those aren’t just instructions to start a cult. That’s not just the Bob Dylan playbook for media interaction. This is what the Bad Flamingo duo has been doing for a few years now, and the mystery is only getting deeper.
The fact is that people love to know that they don’t know. And, even more so, they love to hear that, one day, they might be let into the small club that, actually, holds the truth. Tell them that the secret will never be revealed to them, and they’ll hate you forever.
Bad Flamingo’s old West, mystery-indie-rock takes flight, once more, with “Miles.” It’s a modern sounding mix of electro beats and dark indie that sounds like getaway music, a track made by people in exile for those who’ve suffered the same fate. The truth remains impenetrable for the time being and Bad Flamingo is working to keep it this way.
Sanderson & The Charabancs – Baudelaire Blues
The true provocateurs of the world are fated to never meet their true disciples. Sure, they might get fan mail in jail once in a while. But the ones who feel truly inspired to walk in their footsteps, or to properly sing their praises, are a few generations away every time.
Sanderson & The Charabancs celebrate the dark man of poetry himself, Charles Baudelaire. And while honest and impressive, they wouldn’t be the first. Oscar Wilde, Lord Byron, E.A. Poe or the Marquis de Sade all have their rockstar fans.
But these fans were smart enough to do it from afar, or make sure that the figure they revered had long ago passed into a different dimension. Hell, even Bowie sang about Jean Genet from the comfort of an ocean away. And when Kurt Cobain met William S. Burroughs, he was quick to leave before he felt compelled to ask for strategies for scoring.
It’s a graceless, safe age. Even the things that are supposed to terrorise us aren’t of much help. This is where Danish misanthrop-rock group Sanderson & The Charabancs find themselves on “Baudelaire Blues.” The Nordic countries aren’t well-known for their grotesque romance. But the alt-rock blend of the band allows them to dream, and, why not, to turn all of these dark fantasies loose.
