Surtsey – Limerence
You’re sometimes forced to listen to this horrible AI-created music, and you can’t help but realise a few things. First of all, seemingly, Suno-like software doesn’t know more than one or two, at most, chord progressions. Whoopie!
Secondly, invariably, many of the words sang by the ghost-singers are tremendously dumb, the kinds of things that you’d be embarrassed to recite in public.
And, most importantly, you realise that this can’t possibly be music made by anyone who has spent time in a rehearsal space negotiating sonic real-estate with other musicians. This is not the work of someone used to negotiating room, something that Surtsey is great at doing.
In the era of fake music, you must enjoy “Limerence,” a song where the sound is produced by an orchestra of over-distorted guitars, tender harmonies and cathedral-sized drum echo. What makes Surtsey’s song special is how it blends the gentle feelings with the barbaric rock sounds. It’s a mix that is wholly a human creation.
Tender Glue – Wasted
There are a million musician ghost-written autobiographies that you can enjoy. Oh, and believe me, you’re certainly likely to get a kick out of them. Reading them is like receiving the confession of a toddler who became a millionaire.
You read all these crazy debauched stories told, usually decades later, and you’re left amazed. Surely, the musicians telling the stories haven’t learned anything. In fact, most of them don’t want to learn anything new or pay for their mistakes.
Maybe it’s their clear conscience that helps them stay out touring when they’re in their 80s. But you can’t help but wonder if the world wouldn’t be a better place with them realizing the errors of their ways. Tender Glue’s songwriting comes from a different place, however. Is this the new breed of music star that we need?
That’s because on the dreamy, but melancholy-stocked “Wasted,” Tender Glue sounds like the majority of us listeners when we’re in our beds, waking up in the morning. This is a song about questioning the good times, their worth and the decisions made in between. If this ends up being a book, it’ll be a more worthwhile read than one where someone drives a Rolls-Royce in a swimming pool.
