Something Old // The Hum Of Electric Air by The OneAM Radio

When you’ve had a time of of it and need to indulge yourself; The One AM Radio is like a big bowl of comfort food for your listless mind. The Hum of Electric Air is an intrinsically personal album, unashamedly fragile, focusing on small details that usually complete a scene; zoomed in so far that you cannot be sure it’s not a picture of you.

Painting the pictures; Hrishikesh Hirway’s voice has a quiet empathetic power that is akin to Elliott Smith, that inexplicable closeness. Alongside his gentle electronic sound it’s easy to explain away my love affair with this album. It’s tenderness is heightened by the violin playing of Jane Yakowitz, which sets the scene, and pulls you up through each quiet epiphany.

All in all, it's a positive fucking delight of an album; one that I have recommended endlessly over the years to my lucky, lucky, friends.

Something New // Good / God by Hearts Hearts

Hearts Hearts have made one of my favourite albums of the year so far. Complex enough to keep you interested, smart enough to keep you engaged and hooks all over the place which keep you coming back. Although the more hectic songs are the most immediate, it is the quieter moments that are the most rewarding. Songs like “I was there / no one came” persist long after the album is finished. It’s a sign of how good the album is that while I’m typing that I’m also thinking about how good the more upbeat songs are, “Sugar / Money” and album opener “Phantom / Island” in particular, and how I should probably mention that.

PSA #1: Fans of Son Lux, and complex brooding pop music are in for a treat.

PSA #2: Ignore anyone who describes this as wonky pop.

Something Borrowed // Gyllyng Street by Songs of Green Pheasant

James of Fox Food Records writes:

"Like many folk, the first song I ever heard by Songs of Green Pheasant was the first song on his debut album, and from that moment I was totally hooked. Duncan’s music does pretty much everything I need music to do. It amazes me, it comforts me, it inspires me.

During his most prolific period of the mid to late noughties, his second album Gyllyng Street seemed like a natural progression from the ethereal folk of the first album. The mix of acoustic guitars, harmonized vocals and organic’ness is there in abundance but it seemed to have been developed, honed, refined. The songs felt like more of a journey. A trip out for the day where you’re not quite sure where you are headed or where you’ll end up. An adventure. None so more than the two standout tracks King Friday and West Coast Profiling. The former starting slowly, like a hazy hungover morning then, after a sumptuous build it releases itself into a stomping, looping, monster. As if you’re hangover has turned straight into another night out and you can drink like a fish and not get pissed.

And as for the latter, the only word that springs to mind to describe West Coast Profiling is epic (which doesn’t really do it justice). That song for me is peak SOGP and I’ve probably listened to it a million times. You know it’s going to be a belter after literally the first 10 seconds and it does not disappoint. Pianos swoop like starlings in spring, pushing open the door for reverb’d guitars and electronic drums to take over and thump their way along a deserted unending motorway.

But picking out these two songs as my favourites does the rest of Gyllyng Street an injustice. This isn’t a release to split up or segment off into ‘singles’. It’s an album that warrants, nay demands, to be listened to in full, from end to end. It needs time to reveal itself, to open itself up, to show you its hidden truths and, if you allow it to get in amongst your veins, it will find its way into your heart and stay there forever".


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