Saturday 21 September 2013

New Model Army: 'Between Dog and Wolf

My review for Soundsphere magazine:

Perhaps the cult band of the 1980s, New Model Army effortlessly bridged the gap between the snarling politic of punks first-wave and its darker, more experimental [read: interesting] post-punk cousins. The "f*** you" rhetoric of punk could only go so far, and soon – as Tony Robinson onc e said – someone was going to want to say "we’re f***ed". Together with Spear Of Destiny and others, New Model Army plied a rallying, banner-waving rock ‘n’ roll for the disenfranchised, switched-on dweller of Thatcher’s Britain. Perhaps it explains why these bands have outlived their contemporaries, and, through their continued relevance, had such an impact on this Sociology undergrad growing up under the Coalition. Propelled by Justin Sullivan’s terse vocals and evocative lyrics, their catalogue has taken influence from everywhere, teetering on a bed of tribal rhythms and punk attitude to form his own unwieldy vision.

1045212_10151559536309825_1223577365_n2009's ‘Today Is A Good Day’ was not an empty spectre of a record; nor was it the ignition of a band firing on all cylinders. In the wake of tragedy, theft, and departure, Sullivan has weathered a storm, wiped the slate clean and started again – the result is ‘Between Dog And Wolf’. Suddenly, the band sounds rejuvenated and purposeful, with new four-stringer Ceri Monger adding a youthful exuberance to the rhythm section. The sound is vast and empty, as if the whole band were recorded in a vacuum. Even at its most visceral, it manages to lift the listener out of the studio and into the heart of nowhere.  From the cave-painting artwork to the music it contains, ‘Between Dog And Wolf’ is an aural clashing of worlds, of modern and arcane; an observation of the microcosmic, archaic systems pervading beneath the surface of our ‘Big Societies’.

Even in the most accessible of NMA pieces – the mighty ‘Vagabonds’ from 1989’s ‘Thunder And Consolation’, for example – there exists an underlying sense of uneasiness, a sense that it could all kick off at any moment. Here, that tension remains: From the sinister choral undertow of ‘Horsemen’, to ‘Ghost’ - the grinding, Mediterranean-flavored  closer - the band’s ability to contort the post-punk medium to its limits endures. Sullivan’s Quaker upbringing continues to permeate his lyrical philosophies. His search for truth and contradiction in Zygmunt Bauman’s "liquid times" is a powerful universal language, apparent in the claustrophobic ‘I Need More Time’ - “I need more time to make good on the promises I made to the world, when the world was moving slower.” In absence of any singular "anthem", this album is unlikely to win new fans, but to the discerning listener, this is arguably one of the finest, creative collections New Model Army has assembled in years.

Like the vignettes of a traveller’s diary, every song feels vital, slowly coalescing toward an image and eventually disappearing into thin air. The likes of ‘Storm Clouds’ and the blistering title track contain enough bare-knuckle guitars and swinging percussion to keep fair-weathers happy, but it is in pushing the Army’s boundaries that this record succeeds. Its finest moments – as dervish ‘Quasr El Nil Bridge’ sets into ‘Summer Moors’ - are two visions of Sullivan’s ever-decaying world: one, the "man on the street"; the other, watching from a faraway knoll as the light fades on another day. When the credits roll, reflecting over the preceding hour, there is a sense of relief – the journey is over, yet you are unsure where to head next.
Though lacking the immediacy of their catalogue highs, ‘Between Dog And Wolf’ is thoroughly evocative and a worthy addition for any serious fan, marking itself as an exciting, creative ground zero for this new model Army.

For tour dates, visit: https://www.songkick.com/artists/527966-new-model-army

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Wednesday 4 September 2013

Rhombus: 'Here Be Dragons'

2010′s ‘Open The Sky’ marked a quantum leap forward in terms of sound and song craft, so dramatic a leap in fact, that I could see Rhombus hurtling headlong up a stylistic cul de sac. With studio supremo Stephen Carey [Adoration; Eden House] locked in at the controls, the sophomore effort was a real game-changer: a “worth-seeing” live act suddenly became serious contenders in the Brit-Goth underground, silencing naysayers – this writer included – and earning new fans.

Rhombus Here Be DragonsSo, ‘Here Be Dragons’, the “forever-delayed” follow-up. Social media may get on our collective wicks at times, but it’s been undeniably pivotal in the continuation of independent music. PledgeMusic has become a veritable feast of fancy for band fund-raising and audience interaction – an opportunity for fans to get involved, buy limited-edition merchandise and even sundries such as “things the band don’t want”.

Straightaway, the classic Rhombus elements are in place – the big choruses, the split-octave vocals, and the wash of elation when those guitars hit. Carey’s absence is instantly noticeable with the production being something of a retrograde step, but thankfully the instruments never quite manage to swamp one another. They are clearly brimming with confidence on the back of ‘Open The Sky’, and the quality of the song writing is astonishing. The sumptuous title track defines this record: its blend of major-key refrains and middle-eastern inflection is peerless, with singer Mya’s semi-tonal scat providing counterpoint to Ed Grassby’s [bass; vocals] earnest baritone.

The same can be said for ‘Fallout’ and ‘Tomorrow’s Yesterday’, showcasing the band’s sonic intricacies with myriad dynamic shifts and key changes. While the use of piano and strings is nothing new to Rhombus, the instruments are more creatively deployed, forging their own harmonic lines rather than simply propping up the mix. Even at their least imaginative, they remain impeccable tune-smiths – I challenge you not to find yourself nodding along to the sub-Die Laughing groove of ‘Turn Around’, with the duelling guitars of Ian Grinn and Rob Walker sparring back and forth across your headphones.

Only briefly does the band lose way: ‘The One Thing’ and ‘Lifeline’ feel somewhat hurried for lack of better arrangement, with the latter feeling particularly sterile – they are not bad songs, per se, rather surrounded by superior company – and If I were to get all curmudgeonly about it, I would say that call-to-arms ‘Timeless & Elegant’ lacks the panache of the ‘Anywhere’ EP version. These are small gripes however, because overall ‘Here Be Dragons’ is a worthy follow-up with every kind of song one could ask for, Goth or otherwise. Rhombus have always known what they’re good at, but they continue to prove that the formula can be contorted into new shapes. Playful as they are sombre – with tongues hovering precariously around cheeks – they are simply a darned fine rock ‘n’ roll band with a penchant for “changing the light bulb” [Wikihow: Goth dance].