Marry Cherry – Won’t Die Slow
Similar artists: Ride, my bloody valentine, Chapterhouse, Oasis
Genre: Shoegaze, Psychedelic Rock, Alternative Rock
Most of us would fancy someone making a movie of our lives. But, if that should ever become a reality, all of us would wish to be involved in the way that the soundtrack is picked. Not only that but most likely, we’d want many long scenes where we are just walking about confidently while an awesome song plays in the background.
Of course, that’s how we’d like to imagine our lives to be. And, certainly, if our lives were to be presented to the world, there’d better be some great music to accompany it. The fact that this does not happen in our regular day-to-day unless you are the kind of narcissistic obsessive who likes to make art films of yourself is a real disappointment.
Marry Cherry’s guitar-feedback-drenched “Won’t Die Slow” sounds like an anthem that the musicians opted to dedicate to themselves. It’s a song that builds and breaks like gigantic waves hitting an exotic beach. It’s the kind of music made and enjoyed by people who wear their leather jackets and black sunglasses to Sunday dinner at their parents’ house. It sounds like what you hope they’d use to soundtrack your life.
Supermodel – Bowery
Similar artists: Underworld, Fred again.., Radiohead, Sleaford Mods, Moderat
Genre: Electronica
Supermodel’s electro-poetry rings out like a softly chanted mantra over a city of endless narrow streets.
There used to be a time when rock stars had no trouble with joining a cult. Just look at the Beatles, arguably the biggest rock stars that ever were. The mere promise that Transcendental Meditation could replace drugs and help them find the bliss that they were seeking made them leave everything and pack it all up for Rishikesh.
Cults are still popular, but their public image has certainly taken a tumble. It leaves all of us dreamers looking for a new way out. Music, occasionally, promises this, but it does so vaguely. There’s no manual on how to use it to achieve bliss. Meanwhile, we dream of some escape.
Supermodel’s electro-tinged recitation of “Bowery” feels like an antenna capturing the musings of someone that has taught their brain to calm down with only thoughts acting as tranquillizers. Make no mistake; there are certainly some anger issues that need to be dealt with. But, for the most part, Supermodel is just looking for a way through and a strategy to keep themselves to themselves while traversing the infinite city streets.
