Marcel Wave: Something Looming 12"
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Marcel Wave write eulogies for tragic actresses, ancient riverbeds and concrete obscenity. Their inaugural sonic instalment âSomething Loomingâ is part trades club symphony, part itchy serenade, and part wistful lament. As their heady concoction of âMeades meets Pat-E-Smith meets Kirklees Borough Councilâ gets prepped to be formally baptised on a dank stage near you, Upset the Rhythm and Feel It Records have dutifully stepped in to deliver its songbook to the masses on both sides of the pond.
Formed when Lindsay Corstorphine and Christopher Murphy of Sauna Youth and brethren Oliver and Patrick Fisher of Cold Pumas were summoned by northern ink-slinger Maike Hale-Jones, Marcel Waveâs debut offering is a walk through a smoke-filled pub with yellowing wallpaper and all eyes on you. Itâs a chronicle of the death of the docklands, the decline of industry, of the high street, of civic pride, of civilisations, of hopes and dreams. As Hale-Jones delivers the bad news in her low, West Yorkshire brogue, Corstorphine adds the bells and whistles via the frantic pulsations of a wheezing Hohner organ in tandem with Fisher Oâs rasping guitar. MW are completed by the throbbing basslines of Murphy and Fisher Pâs fervent rhythms.
The title itself sets the tone for the listener. Thereâs a sense of foreboding in Hale-Jonesâ lyrics which sit at the quintetâs coreâelegiac, sardonic and piquant in equal measure. A mixture of narrative epilogues and inward paeans, her words weave tales across a broad thematic church. Crooked tales of urban renewal and the voices left behind are probed in âBarrow Boysâ and âStop/Continueâ and are at the fore in âWhere Thereâs Muck Thereâs Brassâ with its refrain lamenting âConcrete and slate shine in the rain, cities destroyed, nothing to gainâ. In these lyrics, tower blocks loom over terraced houses with the same shadows that the Hollywood sign casts over Peg Entwistle before she takes her tragic leap. âPegâ and âElsieâ are both meditations on two different actresses with different fates crushed by the cut-throat trappings of showbusiness: âThe mad hopes break, fragile as glass. She traded it all, for the cutting room floor.â A snaking, existential dread also runs through the album, stated more obliquely in the otherwise poppier interludes of the title track âSomething Loomingâ and album opener âBent Out of Shapeâ, and present too on the comparatively ramshackle âDiscount Centreâ, where Hale-Jones reports âOn a mini bus on the outskirts of Enfield, Iâm losing all of my sparkâ. On the album closing weeper âLinoleum Floorâ, it is laid barer stillâa keyboard-led reflection on the deflating nights out of our early-twenties.
Marcel Wave invites the listener to dance to societyâs decline, and then to later weep into its lukewarm pint.
Our take: Marcel Wave is a new UK group featuring a couple of folks from Sauna Youth and a couple of other folks from Cold Pumas backing up lyricist and vocalist Maike Hale-Jones. A quick Google tells me Hale-Jones is a screenwriter for their day job, which makes sense as Marcel Waveâs songs have a writerly flair, with a vividness to the lyrics thatâs a cut well above your standard DIY punk fare. The lyrics are striking whether theyâre character studies like âPegâ or âElsie,â social critiques like âGreat British High Street,â or more traditional-ish tales of misspent youth like âSomething Loomingâ and âLinoleum Floor.â Something Looming also has a strong sense of setting, its cover artwork perfectly capturing the tar-stained pub back room ambience that runs through the entire album. As for the music, it borrows some of its aesthetic from the early Rough Trade catalog, with layers of simple melodies coalescing into a psychedelic swirl, but the recording is crisp, bright, and modern, which suits the ongoing dialog between past and present that is a recurring motif in the lyrics. And fans of the Fallâs early records are gonna hear a lot they love in those great organ lines. Something Looming is a really fantastic album, and while itâs bound to catch the ear of anyone into contemporary post-punk-influenced music, its distinctive lyrics make it stand out from a crowded field of very good bands.
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Marcel Wave: Something Looming 12"
Marcel Wave: Something Looming 12"
Note:Â Jackets have some light corner damage from international shipping.
Marcel Wave write eulogies for tragic actresses, ancient riverbeds and concrete obscenity. Their inaugural sonic instalment âSomething Loomingâ is part trades club symphony, part itchy serenade, and part wistful lament. As their heady concoction of âMeades meets Pat-E-Smith meets Kirklees Borough Councilâ gets prepped to be formally baptised on a dank stage near you, Upset the Rhythm and Feel It Records have dutifully stepped in to deliver its songbook to the masses on both sides of the pond.
Formed when Lindsay Corstorphine and Christopher Murphy of Sauna Youth and brethren Oliver and Patrick Fisher of Cold Pumas were summoned by northern ink-slinger Maike Hale-Jones, Marcel Waveâs debut offering is a walk through a smoke-filled pub with yellowing wallpaper and all eyes on you. Itâs a chronicle of the death of the docklands, the decline of industry, of the high street, of civic pride, of civilisations, of hopes and dreams. As Hale-Jones delivers the bad news in her low, West Yorkshire brogue, Corstorphine adds the bells and whistles via the frantic pulsations of a wheezing Hohner organ in tandem with Fisher Oâs rasping guitar. MW are completed by the throbbing basslines of Murphy and Fisher Pâs fervent rhythms.
The title itself sets the tone for the listener. Thereâs a sense of foreboding in Hale-Jonesâ lyrics which sit at the quintetâs coreâelegiac, sardonic and piquant in equal measure. A mixture of narrative epilogues and inward paeans, her words weave tales across a broad thematic church. Crooked tales of urban renewal and the voices left behind are probed in âBarrow Boysâ and âStop/Continueâ and are at the fore in âWhere Thereâs Muck Thereâs Brassâ with its refrain lamenting âConcrete and slate shine in the rain, cities destroyed, nothing to gainâ. In these lyrics, tower blocks loom over terraced houses with the same shadows that the Hollywood sign casts over Peg Entwistle before she takes her tragic leap. âPegâ and âElsieâ are both meditations on two different actresses with different fates crushed by the cut-throat trappings of showbusiness: âThe mad hopes break, fragile as glass. She traded it all, for the cutting room floor.â A snaking, existential dread also runs through the album, stated more obliquely in the otherwise poppier interludes of the title track âSomething Loomingâ and album opener âBent Out of Shapeâ, and present too on the comparatively ramshackle âDiscount Centreâ, where Hale-Jones reports âOn a mini bus on the outskirts of Enfield, Iâm losing all of my sparkâ. On the album closing weeper âLinoleum Floorâ, it is laid barer stillâa keyboard-led reflection on the deflating nights out of our early-twenties.
Marcel Wave invites the listener to dance to societyâs decline, and then to later weep into its lukewarm pint.
Our take: Marcel Wave is a new UK group featuring a couple of folks from Sauna Youth and a couple of other folks from Cold Pumas backing up lyricist and vocalist Maike Hale-Jones. A quick Google tells me Hale-Jones is a screenwriter for their day job, which makes sense as Marcel Waveâs songs have a writerly flair, with a vividness to the lyrics thatâs a cut well above your standard DIY punk fare. The lyrics are striking whether theyâre character studies like âPegâ or âElsie,â social critiques like âGreat British High Street,â or more traditional-ish tales of misspent youth like âSomething Loomingâ and âLinoleum Floor.â Something Looming also has a strong sense of setting, its cover artwork perfectly capturing the tar-stained pub back room ambience that runs through the entire album. As for the music, it borrows some of its aesthetic from the early Rough Trade catalog, with layers of simple melodies coalescing into a psychedelic swirl, but the recording is crisp, bright, and modern, which suits the ongoing dialog between past and present that is a recurring motif in the lyrics. And fans of the Fallâs early records are gonna hear a lot they love in those great organ lines. Something Looming is a really fantastic album, and while itâs bound to catch the ear of anyone into contemporary post-punk-influenced music, its distinctive lyrics make it stand out from a crowded field of very good bands.
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Note:Â Jackets have some light corner damage from international shipping.
Marcel Wave write eulogies for tragic actresses, ancient riverbeds and concrete obscenity. Their inaugural sonic instalment âSomething Loomingâ is part trades club symphony, part itchy serenade, and part wistful lament. As their heady concoction of âMeades meets Pat-E-Smith meets Kirklees Borough Councilâ gets prepped to be formally baptised on a dank stage near you, Upset the Rhythm and Feel It Records have dutifully stepped in to deliver its songbook to the masses on both sides of the pond.
Formed when Lindsay Corstorphine and Christopher Murphy of Sauna Youth and brethren Oliver and Patrick Fisher of Cold Pumas were summoned by northern ink-slinger Maike Hale-Jones, Marcel Waveâs debut offering is a walk through a smoke-filled pub with yellowing wallpaper and all eyes on you. Itâs a chronicle of the death of the docklands, the decline of industry, of the high street, of civic pride, of civilisations, of hopes and dreams. As Hale-Jones delivers the bad news in her low, West Yorkshire brogue, Corstorphine adds the bells and whistles via the frantic pulsations of a wheezing Hohner organ in tandem with Fisher Oâs rasping guitar. MW are completed by the throbbing basslines of Murphy and Fisher Pâs fervent rhythms.
The title itself sets the tone for the listener. Thereâs a sense of foreboding in Hale-Jonesâ lyrics which sit at the quintetâs coreâelegiac, sardonic and piquant in equal measure. A mixture of narrative epilogues and inward paeans, her words weave tales across a broad thematic church. Crooked tales of urban renewal and the voices left behind are probed in âBarrow Boysâ and âStop/Continueâ and are at the fore in âWhere Thereâs Muck Thereâs Brassâ with its refrain lamenting âConcrete and slate shine in the rain, cities destroyed, nothing to gainâ. In these lyrics, tower blocks loom over terraced houses with the same shadows that the Hollywood sign casts over Peg Entwistle before she takes her tragic leap. âPegâ and âElsieâ are both meditations on two different actresses with different fates crushed by the cut-throat trappings of showbusiness: âThe mad hopes break, fragile as glass. She traded it all, for the cutting room floor.â A snaking, existential dread also runs through the album, stated more obliquely in the otherwise poppier interludes of the title track âSomething Loomingâ and album opener âBent Out of Shapeâ, and present too on the comparatively ramshackle âDiscount Centreâ, where Hale-Jones reports âOn a mini bus on the outskirts of Enfield, Iâm losing all of my sparkâ. On the album closing weeper âLinoleum Floorâ, it is laid barer stillâa keyboard-led reflection on the deflating nights out of our early-twenties.
Marcel Wave invites the listener to dance to societyâs decline, and then to later weep into its lukewarm pint.
Our take: Marcel Wave is a new UK group featuring a couple of folks from Sauna Youth and a couple of other folks from Cold Pumas backing up lyricist and vocalist Maike Hale-Jones. A quick Google tells me Hale-Jones is a screenwriter for their day job, which makes sense as Marcel Waveâs songs have a writerly flair, with a vividness to the lyrics thatâs a cut well above your standard DIY punk fare. The lyrics are striking whether theyâre character studies like âPegâ or âElsie,â social critiques like âGreat British High Street,â or more traditional-ish tales of misspent youth like âSomething Loomingâ and âLinoleum Floor.â Something Looming also has a strong sense of setting, its cover artwork perfectly capturing the tar-stained pub back room ambience that runs through the entire album. As for the music, it borrows some of its aesthetic from the early Rough Trade catalog, with layers of simple melodies coalescing into a psychedelic swirl, but the recording is crisp, bright, and modern, which suits the ongoing dialog between past and present that is a recurring motif in the lyrics. And fans of the Fallâs early records are gonna hear a lot they love in those great organ lines. Something Looming is a really fantastic album, and while itâs bound to catch the ear of anyone into contemporary post-punk-influenced music, its distinctive lyrics make it stand out from a crowded field of very good bands.











