PINKUNOIZU

Perhaps we should start by discussing a few time-honoured cliches, such as “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks“, or “if at first you don’t succeed“, or “a rose by any other name“, as this quartet from Denmark used to make up half of an older group, Le Fiasko. However, this new reformation has released a set of rather masterful tunes, making their previous incarnation seem something more akin to a prelude to the new, improved outfit. We don’t have anything against their previous incarnation, but listen to this new set of songs and you won’t give a shit about Le Fiasko anymore, it’ll all be about Pinkunoizu. It just goes to show that true artists have it bursting out of them, so no matter what moniker they have, or which group they’re in, they’ll carry on delivering exciting creations. They’ve clearly taken all the lessons from that previous band, but by introducing us to an excellent batch of new tunes you can pick a card, any card, as it turns out that this dog is more than capable of picking up some entertaining new tricks.

The four-piece has been together since the end of 2009, and is made up from Jeppe Brix (guitarist), Andreas Pallisgaard (guitarist, vocalist), Jakob Falgren (guitarist, keyboardist, bassist), and Jaleh Negari (drummer), and you can hear they have a history between them, as they combine beautifully. Like a lot of Danish musicians, they seem to spend their time between Copenhagen and Berlin, two of Europe’s most interesting and inspiring cities and it’s clearly good fuel for this quartet. We have been in contact with Andreas recently and it turns out that Pinkunoizu is actually the Japanese word for ‘pink noise’, which seems rather obvious now we re-look at it, although the reason they selected such a strange new title is beyond us. They play a style of music that has a range that could sit anywhere between the folk of Freelance Whales and Bon Iver, with touches of TV On The Radio and The Flaming Lips introduced for good measure. If that doesn’t whet your appetite then we’d suggest that you, well, quite frankly you need to check your appetite.

Like Freelance Whales they are a mesh of influences and instruments, although you can hear they’re craft is perhaps more patient and less likely to reach straight for the hurdy gurdy. That’s not to say they don’t wind it up, or build to a crescendo, they do, regularly, but it’s one delightfully plucked layer at a time. They’re not afraid to start in the crouch position, but by each song’s close they’re stood tall, arms outstretched, or even better they’re elatedly star-jumping in front of you. On occasion it’s loose seams can sometimes fray, leading to irrational compositions, even stopping mid-tune as if someone’s turned the analogue radio dial off the station you were listening to, but it never falls apart completely. This is indie folk delivered more like jazz, in that it can go anywhere. It’s free from constraint and as wide open as a child’s imagination.

The great thing about this style of music – and the same can be said of Fleet Foxes and Bon Iver – is that it’s so very grown up and earnest, but with Pinkunoizu we also get a lot more lift and swell from the layers. It’s tangible folk rock. It has grip and tension. Check out Death Is Not A Lover and you will find that real things seem to appear out of what initially just seems like a lot of mist or smoke. It’s form is just a shadow at first, but slowly it creeps ever closer, before it’s on top of you, towering like something so large you’re forced into a cowering submission. It’s sediment stacks up to what seems like a dozen voices to create an incredible effect that sounds like an argument between you and death himself, as they state, “Death is not a lover“, only to hear his retort, “Oh yes he is“. It’s as scary as it is hypnotic, as you realise Death has his way with all of us eventually, so by it’s close you too will find yourself dancing with him whether you like it or not.

Their debut EP, Peep, arrived in November 2011, on Full Time Hobby records, (home to Timber Timbre and Fujiya & Miyagi), and the debut album, Free Time, is due out on the same label on March 26th, although an older and sightly different version of that album has already been released in Denmark. You can expect their usual experimentation and plenty of melody, with highlights as special as any contemporaries from similar genres. Admittedly they occasionally wander off down strange avenues, perhaps finding the odd corner or dead end, but that’s also part of their experimental charm and they never fail to find their way out of the musical maze they’ve created, ultimately reaching the finish in a glorious, satisfying climax. This adventurousness is a trick they continue into their videos as you can see from the below film made for their tune, Parabolic Delusions, which aims more for a kind of Flaming Lips-scale of grandiose theatrics. This band could re-form a thousand times and still churn out stunning music, so consider any name for this rose that you wish, as it would definitely still sound as sweet. (MB)

PINKUNOIZU – DEATH IS NOT A LOVER

PINKUNOIZU – TIME IS LIKE A MELODY

THE SOFT

Usually when an artist describes themselves as “ambient shoegaze” it would act more like a repellent for this blog, causing us to quickly immerse ourselves in something ass-kickingly rocking, like Led Zeppelin’s Good Times Bad Times, or Slayer’s Raining Blood, or we’d rush off to swag around with a turned-up-to-eleven blast of Ante Up, or any other musical equivalent to receiving a bucket of water facially. It’s not that we’re particularly against that style or genre of music, but most of it is so heart-stoppingly piss-poor that it mostly bores our souls into a coma and we find ourselves desperately reaching for something to plug ourselves back in. Bedroom producers both sides of the Atlantic have churned out the drifting, sloth-paced haze for years now and only on the very rare occasion does an artist actually hold our attention long enough to stop our fingers hovering over the delete buttons. Today we deliver to you a new group that’s successfully avoided the index finger of doom. These guy’s are doing it just right.

Not to be confused with The Soft Boys, or Soft Cell, or The Soft Pack, or anyone else guiseing up as something cushion-esque, this is The Soft, an un-signed trio from Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk, consisting of Henry Morris, Zander Fletcher and William Glass. They seemed to drift in and out of a handful of music sites early last year, after Cave Chorus Records put out a digital copy of their tune, Mind Fuck. And what a mind fuck it was! It showed off the kind of stop-you-in-your-tracks beauty that they’re capable of, although inexplicably it’s no longer on their Soundcloud. It’s worth hunting out though, as it’s cruising groove and middle-class, Mirrors-like vocals have charm and grace poured all over them like smoke from a dry ice machine. Sure you could attach the usual descriptors, such as “ambient” and “shoegaze” to it, as they enjoy their music to wave up to the beach like liquid and there’s perhaps an over-use of the echo button on samples, but like The Weeknd, or before them Washed Out, they always place their mostly-gentle riffs and well-considered hooks and breaks in the perfect positions. The vocals also give the music a welcomed focus.

Take their song, Tropisms, which starts out like a broken robot’s alarm that’s trying to get its owner’s attention, before they introduce a bassline that’s as smooth as a (Lemon) jelly mould expands in the background. The calming, English voice, sung by Henry Morris, then rounds off the tune like a Hot Chip ballad. Synths and samples break up the gossamer in sharp stabs, but it never comes apart at the seams. It’s a difficult set of plates to spin in one song, but they manage it masterfully, as he calls to a close the words, “I wish I was your tessellation“. Half Breath is also of a minimal design, utilising what sounds like a ping pong game in slow motion as a rhythm, developing a slightly more melancholic colour palette, as Zander Fletcher sings of taking the blame. It soon drops in a pulsating beat, once again puncturing the mist with gorgeous details. It’s a tune that’s also had an enjoyable remix completed by recent Recommendees, Sundae Club, (who we think have just given us the exclusive first listen below). Like all decent remixes, they’ve created something fresh from the broth of the original, introducing an almost Visage-esque, 1980s Fade To Grey backdrop.

There are other tracks available to hear on their Soundcloud, mostly taken from their six-track Hot Summer EP, which was released at the end of 2011. It has many other highlights, such Venus Breath, which confirm to us that they have an understanding, well beyond their young ages, of how to marry melodic electronics with an otherwise ambient buffet. You see, rather remarkably, this trio got in touch with The Recommender recently and explained to us that they’re all only 18 years of age and just coming to the end of their last year at Sixth form! Once they get through school they plan a full touring assault on the UK, assuming they can continue to garner enough coverage and traction in the music media. We think they have enough talent to earn lots more plaudits and with a group that is this inspired with ideas we can expect plenty of new productions from them throughout 2012. “Ambient shoegaze” may well be their choice of genre, but take it from us when we tell you that there are more complex depths and intricate skills on offer with this trio than the pigeon hole suggests. It’s more likely to wake you up rather than put you to sleep, so you can definitely put that bucket of water down. (MB)

THE SOFT – TROPISMS

THE SOFT – VENUS BREATH

THE SOFT – HALF BREATH (SUNDAE CLUB REMIX)