align="left" />Elizabeth Sankey is editor of Platform, an online and print magazine that celebrates everything about being young – from sex to style, herbal highs to heartbreak. Each week she’ll browse the internet's dustiest of corners, and trawl the dingiest of London’s venues to find new music for your listening pleasure.
I never understand why bands feel the need to Tweet/update their antics in oh-so mysterious and elaborate ways, “Time is dripping away from me as words pour through my rhyming soul. My hunger is sated”. In other words: “Dave is writing some crap poetry (lyrics) and having a chunky kit kat”.
My New Favourite Band Emil and Friends sadly, no tragically, fell into a pit of convoluted memoirs recently on their blog: “Sentenced to life on a prison planet in the vorlax system...but I still don't care because they allowed me to bring a drum masheeen, and a banjo. Local wildlife tame, oceans breezy...”
Exsqueeze me? Baking soda?
But try to overlook their minor dalliance into cosmic wordplay and listen to new single 'Drowned Economy'. It’s wonky and squelchy, a staccato party track for people whose main skills are robot dancing and falling in love with grunge surfers who are convinced it’s still 1995.
Last week I was at the launch of Loverman's new EP, 'Human Nurture', where lead singer Gabriel was bathed in red light as he screamed at industry bigwigs about being both a sex offender and a children’s teacher. It was a lovely moment. Watch their steady, slow-building, satanic indie live if only to see Gabriel’s swish of white blonde hair dangling over his head every time he goes for the 'Anvil head bang'.
The video for their new single 'Crypt Tonight' is a mini horror flick complete with unnervingly calm child in pajamas, a man reminiscent of a young Nick Cave doused in ketchup, and ladies giving birth to eggs.
Liz Harris is also worth watching. When I first discovered her I strolled round town, banging on about how I was really into, “this new woman who calls herself ‘groper’. It’s so post feminist”, ignoring the strange looks, confident that in a few months I’d be lauded for my smug new music knowledge, while everyone else crawled behind me in the dirt, berating their musical ignorance.
Yeah I was wrong, it’s pronounced Grouper. Which, yes OK, is also exactly how it is spelt. Ahem.
Having recently supported Animal Collective, Grouper has great hype/good management. The tracks are evocative and choral – wistful, ghostly vocals and looping twangy guitars. It’s Cocteau Twins in a hoodie and, thank god, she’ll be playing the UK in November. As I type, my ticket for the London show is pressed firmly into my sweaty little palm…