Song reviews

“Wake Up” was written by nineteen year old Nicky and demonstrates a lyrical maturity quite unexpected of someone of his tender years. His voice, likewise, seems much older than he actually is. One to watch out for, methinks.

“Nympho” is a surprisingly sentimental song for a modern day r’n’b artist and Bethany Anne, to her credit, sings with more than enough subtlety to make those words work. It might well be an old school approach but you can’t argue with the result.

Bleak poetry is a more than adequate description for Jamie Flett’s “Piss and Rust”. After a meandering start, the words soaked in intellectual melancholy briefly escape the shadows before a lonely violin leads the song back into the eternal abyss of the soul. Maturity and sadness all at the same time.

Blessed, depending on your point of view, with either a theatrically affected voice or a distinctly original vocal style, Fritjof Norrmo proves to be something of an acquired taste even if his song, “Traveler’s Dream”, is clearly motivated by mainstream Americana.

Another Swedish band with a liking for indie pop, Honeymilk demonstrate that they know all about the past throughout “Let’s Talk About Compassion”. An energetic performance lifts the song above the mundane but the cynical amongst you might regard this song as simply a reflection of someone else’s glory.

Although at times veering dangerously close to twee pop territory, Postcards From Jeff use “Veronica” to demonstrate that their worship of late period popsters like Marshall Crenshaw is a good thing even if the lyrics sometimes stumble into queasy awkwardness.

Something, Someone are a Scottish folk trio with an appealing line in sentimentality that runs like melted chocolate through the lyrics of their song “Waltz With Me”. It’s a boy meets girl kind of song, of course, and the winsome and sugar sweet female vocals provide the cherry on the cake.

Untidy in execution and liberally decorated with an oversupply of grim undertones, “Doll/Torso”, which might be one song or two, shows that Yawning Dog can take the post punk baseball bat and use it to beat art-rock to a pulp. That’s a job that needed doing.

Oddly enough, “Bail” sounds less like the obscure electronica that it probably is than the kind of instrumental grooveathon that would have got the dance floors of France moving about a decade ago. This song is nonetheless strangely appealing to the ears.

Drinking deep from the well named English rock for their influences, Naked Sunday bravely attempt to throw some menace into “The Reaper” but barely manage to cover the fact that the song just isn’t big enough for them.

Downright brutal in its execution, “Something Right” bounces your skull of the wall with an assault of pushed to the limit male and female vocals and alternately kicked to the floor and pumped up with steroids guitar riffs. Bull in The Whisky Shop sound like they are either having a great time beating up their influences or they have mastered the art of musical irony. No matter what the truth is, I want to be in their band.

In a clear case of much ado about something, singer Anna Marcella gives deeper meaning to the lyrics “Lost” whilst her band comrades alternate between ambient doodling and post rock melancholy in support. A pleasing song yet somewhat directionless in its intent.