William Bleak – Viva Lost Love
Similar artists: The Cure, Soft Kill, Fontaines DC
Genre: Post-Punk, Post-Hardcore, Alternative Rock
Nobody goes off in a blaze of glory or in a blast of smoke anymore. With all this considered, it’s hard to see our rock heroes in quite the same way. The stage was meant, after all, for people willing to engage in daredevil antics.
As a noted consequence, most songs by most rock bands sound like the second or third of the set. They sound like a pleasant presentation of a band’s intentions, like an entre before the main course.
It’s a lot like choosing to play the songs that you wish to spare before the audience, who’s out having a cigarette, decides to waltz back into the venue. The sad part, of course, is that for most bands keeping things at a moderate pace is how they get by.
Judged on name alone, William Bleak, take their queues from goth and post-punk rock’s darkest hallways. Still, that doesn’t mean that they are looking to save up on the intensity for their single Viva Lost Love. It’s a song of heartache that sounds just as desperately miserable as a broken heart makes people feel. It positively sounds like the end of the world or, at the very least, the end of the set.
Wild Child – End Of The World
Similar artists: First Aid Kit
Genre: Indie Rock
The original punk bands lied about a lot of things. It was kinda their thing. One of the most important lies had to do with their songs. They made people believe that they didn’t care about memorable songs and that you shouldn’t either.
That is, of course, a shameless fabrication. One of the only reasons why the music world always talks about punk bands is because their songs get constantly played on the radio.
Furthermore, try as they might, regular audiences aren’t going to take to bands playing merely two-power chords or Captain Beefheart-style freakouts. Folks need something a bit more… hmm… hummable.
Wild Child takes punk lies and serves up danceable indie truth on the surreal End Of The World. It’s a tune that makes good use of a distortion pedal in just the right moments, and the lyrics sound more like a prequel to a weed comma than an invitation to the Apocalypse.
