GHOST LOFT

There’s a style of minimalist pop music that’s singed at it’s edges with hip hop or rnb, of a kind that can be found successfully being paraded by the British artists, Jai Paul or James Blake. There’s a steamy undertone infused into their music, and sexuality is a regular bold overtone that’s found in the themes inside hip hop and rnb. The thing is Americans can place sex into their music better than us Brits. That’s obviously a generalisation and it would be weak of us to push out the examples of Rod Stewart or Tom Jones as examples of how tacky we manage to make it, as it would to talk of Barry White as a US sample, but we think there’s an underlying reason behind our differences. Americans aren’t ready to patronise, or as willing to indulge in a spot of self-deprecation as we are. At the mere mention of sex we can be seen to either blush or fear mockery, where as our States-side cousins can shout about it. Ultimately it’s about confidence or fearlessness. Can you imagine Snoop Dogg as an English artist? No, that’d just be silly, right?

Today’s recommendation delivers a similar brand of minimalist pop music, that’s marinated in rnb and its hot, wet sheets of sexuality, but this guy is thankfully from Los Angeles. Danny Choi is better known as Ghost Loft and his understated hip hop is a masterclass in downplayed confidence. His music isn’t so much ‘fuck pop’, more it seduces the listener by making subtle love to your ears. It’s a less-is-more-tease that has the ability to remove the knickers of anyone within fifty yards. The thing is, not only is this the kind of music that Americans seem to do better, with lyrics that explain what he’s going to do to the woman waiting on his mattress before he proceeds to actually do it to her, but we can’t help but imagine that Americans could also utilise the songs to better effect. Where they wouldn’t blink at the idea of this music sound-tracking their steamy fumble, slipping the music on the bedroom stereo to get into the mood, yet us Brits would find it hard to maintain a straight face, let alone an erection.

This is particularly evident with his tune, Slowdowntime, with impossible lines like “ooh baby, you slow down time“, which should have us running for the exit, yet it suits the throbbed pace and astral synths that whirl around it in a heady concoction. We really shouldn’t take this any more seriously than something by Usher, but it’s all delivered in such a sophisticated space that you can’t write it off. It’s the kind of hot, steamy love song that you would imagine is designed for making love to, but if you slipped this on prior to getting on with the proverbial it’s actually you that would be being ushered – right out of the room, faster than you can gather up your clothing. This is more likely to get you banned from the bedroom, a kind of sexual red card that carries with it a minimum three-game ban. However, it’s perhaps our Britishness that has us blushing, rather than any indictment on his music. We can’t take it seriously because we’re embarrassed, not because it lacks integrity. Quite the opposite, the music is very ace indeed.

The track, Blow, caused such a stir, that one glance at Hype Machine shows us that 29 music blogs gave it coverage in the last six weeks alone, and that’s just the blogs that are registered with Hype Machine – hot indeed. This is an artist very much having the lights turned up, not down, with every release he delivers. Blow is once again another piece of horny music, opening with heavy breathing samples that continue in echoed drifts in the background throughout. It has a slower pace, showing that this artist has staying power, range and ideas for when he’s making love, sorry we meant making music. However, we consider his finest piece of music to date is the tune, Seconds, a theme that might sound better suited to the staying power of the UK bedroom scene. The minimal beats may at first seen mean, but it’s taught snare and nodding bass drum are ultra-satisfying. The samples are perfectly placed, treated with precise hands, before Choi’s vocals breathe in and out to wonderful effect. The basslines flicker around the room, reminding us of the effortless slick line found backing up the tune, Keep The Lights On, by Wave Machines.

Ghost Loft remains unsigned, for now, and Choi confirmed to us that he is waiting to design more music before he sets out on any live shows, so these three tunes, plus a wonderful remix of a JJ tune, Beautiful Life, are the only things currently available. With that re-edit he adds more oxygen to a tune already rushing with air, but he slows the rate down, so where the original takes a couple of minutes to climax, Ghost Loft chooses to take his time. Of course he does. JJ are a Scandinavian group making glacial pop and in many ways there is a lot that’s shared with Ghost Loft, with the levels of drift and echo that they both apply, plus vocals that never fully punctuate the music, but instead Choi decides to melt the ice into steam by heating things up. He’s informed us that he’s planning an EP before the year is out, so hopefully we will see that reach the light soon, so we can use it to immediately turn those same lights off again. Well, we say “we”, but as we know the English won’t be able to utilise it in the bedroom at all. If nothing else, this smooth, sexually-confident music can highlight how uptight we are on these isles, always willing to patronise, so relax those shoulders people and let the Americans show you how there’s no shame in getting in the mood. (MB)

GHOST LOFT – SECONDS

GHOST LOFT – SLOWDOWNTIME

JJ – BEAUTIFUL LIFE (GHOST LOFT REMIX)

HEART-SHIPS

This is why we love The Great Escape Festival. This is also why bands are wise to play at the three day event. Ultimately the weekend is a showcase for emerging bands and finds such as the one we provide for you today are precisely what the event is really all about. Make all the plans and schedules you like for the city festival, but with over 300 bands, at thirty venues, last minute changes and unavoidable queues, it is perhaps advisable for visitors to prepare for the unexpected and assume you’re gonna have to alter your intentions at some point. This chaos often leads people to make plans B and C, walking into shows at times they didn’t expect, in venues they didn’t know existed, regularly resulting in them catching a live performance that can totally side-swipe you unawares. We’re not suggesting that these punts are always winners, but it often enables you to uncover the occasional magical set, from a band you’ve never heard of. Before The Great Escape Festival we’d never heard of Heart-Ships. Now we have. Now you have too. That, in a nutshell, is the festival’s entire purpose.

We remember the heart-warming story of how our step-father saw a relatively unknown band, with a spotty but confident frontman, in a basement, in the 70s, play some new brand of punked indie music whilst stood on a stage made from upturned milk crates. That band are better known to us now as U2. The Great Escape festival is set up to provide plenty of these ‘I-was-there‘ moments. Sometimes the importance of your discovery can only be revealed years later, as you see the band fulfil it’s potential, but in Heart-Ships we think they’ve bottled the kind of rare magical promise that could see them really flourish in due course. This six-strong band, based in Leeds, who started out approximately 18 months ago, are now currently looking at all the offers that sit upon their table and they’ve informed us that they hope to make a decision and have their first big release ready by the end of the summer. Having seen them live last weekend, we’re going to be listening out for that debut album with keen ears.

This is a band who write the kind of rousing, contagious indie music that will no doubt produce a fantastic album, but it’s with their live show that their potent tonic seems to truly grab you. If this were the 1500s then this band would be a group of pirates sailing the high seas, clashing tankards as they sang their stirring tales. It’s with this imagery that we consider the choice of band name to be even better suited, although we’re not sure that was their intention. Either way they’ve nailed the live experience, giving it everything they’ve got, as the frontman, Ryan Cooke, summons a spirited performance, whilst the guitarists are seen to turn and closely play to each other nose to nose behind him. There’s something about the moment at a live show where you notice all of the band members are singing along with the main vocalist, even though they don’t actually have a mic in front of them. It shows how into the music they are, it shows they’re wrapped up in the moment, and it’s impossibly infectious. Arcade Fire do it to brilliant effect as you watch the two violists singing with heads thrown back, entirely un-amplified, at the side of the stage. It’s also something we witnessed at a recent We Are Augustines show. It’s utterly irresistible.

Tracks such as Spraypaint have the kind of emotional call to arms that gets the people at the BBC falling over each other to apply it to a sporting-based television montage. It leaves you breathless, properly breathless, as if you just went ten rounds in a ring you shouldn’t have stepped into. This is emotive indie music that aims straight for your pulse and confidently raises it with every thudding crescendo. It’s more in evidence with their tune, A Lake, which also begins softly with Cooke’s vocals slowly appearing out of the illuminated mist created by the guitars, but before long the tankards are once again crashing. That same ability to triumphantly climb upwards is once again on show with their song, Heart Of A Wrestler, but this time it’s magnified, as it wonderfully breaks at 3 minutes and 45 seconds to a dramatic Adam Ant-like drum slam, before Cooke’s voice begins to break as he calls out. The whole thing reaches it’s peak over the last couple of minutes, as they shout out the appropriate line, “a heart of a wrestler never submits“. This is the kind of extraordinary defiant music that’s played with a metaphorically clenched fist.

The Recommender does it’s best to position itself as part of your music discovery. We want you to genuinely locate at least something on these blog pages that you can take away with you. It’s our altruistic nature, our reason d’etre. At it’s heart, The Great Escape’s magic carries the exact same rewards. With unfortunate queues shutting you out of a popular showcase you’re forced to improvise a plan B and it’s this process that allows the festival to deliver hope at the exact moment when you’d thought it had been taken from you. Heart-Ships are still in the pre-debut album stages and although they’ve been steering themselves into position for over a year, they can be considered as an emerging band, so it’s unlikely that many of the Great Escape festival attendees circled them as one of their ‘must-sees’ as soon as they opened their schedule planners. However, the rewards on offer at the tiny venue showcasing this act were as bountiful as any. The huff and puff of this hard-working band mean they could easily expand the experience into a much larger venue, and if there’s any justice then by the next festival it’s those bigger stages that they’ll be appearing on. You just never know, but there’s a possibility that in years to come we could be regaling anecdotal stories of how we saw Heart-Ships with just forty others in a tiny upstairs bar in Brighton. (MB)

HEART SHIPS – SPRAYPAINT

HEART SHIPS – HEART OF A WRESTLER (A YOUNG MAN’S STRUGGLE FOR STRENGTH)

HEART SHIPS – PINHOLE OF LIGHT