I’ve been quite into photography and filmography for just over a year now (since getting my own Canon 60D). I have a backlog of photographs which never had any place to really exhibit (and to be frank just seemed like they deserved more than a facebook album). So I have made a little blog to store my photography, which was also give me more of an incentive to finish pictures off and put them online. I’ve linked it in the top of this page. Give it a follow if you’ve liked any of the photos I’ve put on here!
Female-led synthpop seems to has crept up on us and resurged, so to speak. To name a few examples, Grimes, FKA Twigs and, most recently, Chvrches. Enter, Ballet School.
The sound is rooted in 80s pop, featuring once-Depeche Mode, Madonna-esque synth-bass stabs, eschewing some of the idiosyncrasies of the. I’m in the American heartland. It’s midnight and I’m driving down the highway. Bruce Springsteen subsides from the car radio and chiming reverby guitars open ‘Heartbeat Overdrive’. Tomorrow I’m going to pick my girl up and go to see The Breakfast Club. We’ll talk about getting out of this town and chasing the city dreams.
Next on my radio is Twin Shadow. I am misled, they are from Germany, although, I never made it to Berlin. America moved on to lo-fi twenty years ago. My heart tells me that Ballet School are more than a rehash, their soundcloud tells me they are more than a one-hit wonder. If right now Lorde feels like a Lana Del Ray knock-off, Ballet School offer the shade and tone you might be looking for.
- Harry -
P.S. After intially writing this piece I saw them live as a three-piece. They are a tempest on stage, led by sultry siren singer Rosie, who possesses vocal presence of Kate Bush/Alison Moyet and the attitude of Siouxsie Sioux. If anything her voices shines with greater freedom live. It was transcendental the whole way through. The full-length is going to be good.
P.P.S The last couple of days they’ve been promoting their new single ‘Crush’ complete with tastefully shot video.
Retreating into dusty sheads
The sun is beaming bright and blue
Outside theres a peacefulness to the tone of light
Sneaking in through big open spacious door
A peacefulness exists
The same way I imagine it does on a cliff top staring out to Sea
With green grass following me
Or a lighthouse welcoming with warm arms of walls
Bare and embracing
A serenity to the subtlety
New song up! Bit of melancholic indie folk. I wish I could say it was inspired by Bonnie Prince Billy, but sadly I cannot. Free download - show some love if you like it!
You might like it if you like Elliott Smith, Cat Power, Depeche Mode, Bruce Springsteen’s Nebraska, First Aid Kit, Neil Young, The Smiths, The Cure?
Come To Sunny Prestatyn
Laughed the girl on the poster,
Kneeling up on the sand
In tautened white satin.
Behind her, a hunk of coast, a
Hotel with palms
Seemed to expand from her thighs and
Spread breast-lifting arms.
She was slapped up one day in March.
A couple of weeks, and her face
Was snaggle-toothed and boss-eyed;
Huge tits and a fissured crotch
Were scored well in, and the space
Between her legs held scrawls
That set her fairly astride
A tuberous cock and balls
Autographed Titch Thomas, while
Someone had used a knife
Or something to stab right through
The moustached lips of her smile.
She was too good for this life.
Very soon, a great transverse tear
Left only a hand and some blue.
Now Fight Cancer is there.
—Sunny Prestatyn, Philip Larkin