Something Looming: Vinyl LP
Marcel Wave

Something Looming: Vinyl LP

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Label: Upset The Rhythm
Release Date: 14th June

Marcel Wave sound like the one stylish woman in a working mens club who looks like she could star in a French New Wave film but smashes ciggies, chewy room temperature ale and keenly calls out the old creeps in the bar. 

For those who dig: sharp C86 indie pop, sharp post punk with a bit of 60s French pop.

“Marcel Wave combine sharp-eyed Northern lyricism with DIY guitar-janglers rooted in a retro C86 aestheXc. Epic finale ‘Linoleum Floor’ a gloriously bleak ruminaXon on the horrors of enforced late-night hedonism worthy of prime Pulp” UNCUT Marcel Wave write eulogies for tragic actresses, ancient riverbeds and concrete obscenity. Their inaugural sonic instalment ‘Something Looming’ is part trades club

symphony, part itchy serenade, and part wisåul lament. As their heady concocXon of ‘Meades meets Pat-E-Smith meets Kirklees Borough Council’ gets prepped to be formally bapXsed on a dank stage near you, Upset the Rhythm and Feel It Records have duXfully 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 Wave’s debut offering is a walk through a smoke- filled pub with yellowing wallpaper and all eyes on you. It’s a chronicle of the death of the docklands, the decline of industry, of the high street, of civic pride, of civilisaXons, 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 franXc pulsaXons of a wheezing Hohner organ in tandem with Fisher O’s rasping guitar. MW are completed by the throbbing basslines of Murphy and Fisher P’s fervent rhythms. The Xtle itself sets the tone for the listener. There’s a sense of foreboding in Hale- Jones’ lyrics which sit at the quintet’s core—elegiac, sardonic and piquant in equal measure. A mixture of narraXve epilogues and inward paeans, her words weave tales across a broad themaXc church. Crooked tales of urban renewal and the voices lew behind are probed in ‘Barrow Boys’ and ‘Stop/ConXnue’ and are at the fore in ‘Where There’s Muck There’s Brass’ with its refrain lamenXng ‘Concrete and slate shine in the rain, ciXes destroyed, nothing to gain’. 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. ‘Peg’ and ‘Elsie’ are both meditaXons on two different actresses with different fates crushed by the cut-throat trappings of showbusiness: ‘The mad hopes break, fragile as glass. She traded it all, for the cu:ng room floor.’ A snaking, existenXal dread also runs through the album, stated more obliquely in the otherwise poppier interludes of the Xtle track ‘Something Looming’ and album opener ‘Bent Out of Shape’, and present too on the comparaXvely ramshackle ‘Discount Centre’, where Hale-Jones reports ‘On a mini bus on the outskirts of Enfield, I’m losing all of my spark’. On the album closing weeper ‘Linoleum Floor’, it is laid barer sXll—a keyboard-led reflecXon on the deflaXng nights out of our early-twenXes.

Marcel Wave invites the listener to dance to society’s decline, and then to later weep into its lukewarm pint.

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