Hi there. Thanks for reading We Close Tonight. We’ve been gone for a little while but we’re back. Apparently. As much as we’d love to write about plenty of the cracking tracks flooding our email addresses since October (Christ, it has been a while…) there’s no chance of writing about all the great stuff we’ve missed. Sorry.
Except for this.
Gaffa Tape Sandy came into my life out of nowhere to become one of my absolute favourite acts of 2017 after accidentally seeing them support indie dreamboats Indoor Pets (previously Get Inuit) and have been close to my ears ever since. I even woke up listening to them after fainting on a tube platform, but that’s another story…
The Bury St Edmonds garage rock trio are making music that doesn’t sound far from young teenagers picking up instruments and messing around for the first time, yet there’s a real sense of composure in their music – in ‘Beehive‘ that comes through most in Robin Francis’s expertise behind the kit and the harmonies between Kim Jarvis (male) and Catherine Lindley-Neilson (less male). It’s noisy, rage-fuelled passion from start to finish and I just want to run up to all three of them, grab them by the shoulders and shout ‘YES! THIS IS IT! YOU’VE ONLY BLEEDIN’ DONE IT!!!’ – at which point I expect I’d be asked to leave whatever fictional location we were in. In the past three months I’ve heard nothing else that compares to this belter and I strongly urge you to check out all their tracks because it’s not just this one that’ll leave you reeling (‘Manager‘ is another personal favourite).
Honestly, they’re ruddy brilliant and you’d do well to get plugged in to all their music now so you can brag about knowing about them early when they inevitably get huge or for whatever other reason you trawl part-time music blogs. Seriously, have you got nothing better to do? Get the Gaffa Tape Sandy on.
It’s good to be back…