These guys have have just released their eponymous debut EP. Hailing from Toronto, Nightbox have embraced the dance-indie scene and released a rather quite entertaining 4-track EP which nods to contemporaries such as Two Door Cinema Club and Foals.
It feels kind of pointless and name-dropping to add that the EP was produced by Sebastien Grainger (Death From Above 1979) and AL-P (MSTRKRFT), but their handwork isn't too overpowering and leaves room for the band themselves to excel.
I was also curious as to what a "nightbox" actually is, so I googled it and came up with this. Apparently it's "for sassy ladies only" so I'm not sure if, ging by this, I'm even allowed to listen to the band anymore.
Florence is now but a distant memory so it's time to turn to my sluggish gaze towards the new shit.
First up is a band you can call Foals. I loved everything about their debut 'Antidotes' especially the drumming which was so precise and intricate that I knew I could never even dream of pulling it off with my co-ordination that would resemble Theseus trapped in Minos's labyrinth had he been blind and ball-of-string-less.
This is new song 'Spanish Sahara' which is a very slow-burning return for Yannis et al. but when it all comes together at about 4½ minutes it becomes a welcome return to the spotlight. (albeit with a slightly disappointing beat, oh well you can't have everything...)
Ah and the cream of this crop? The duo from my 2nd home (Brighton), who are Blood Red Shoes and who some might describe as a better 'The Kills' than 'The Kills' have come out with their new record called 'Fire Like This' and, from what i've been hearing, it's rather good. Try new song 'Colours fade' sounding very "Sonic Youth-ey"
Once again the weekend has faded away to become another member of the numerous days of gone. Some weekends do this under the title of "several days I could have spent differently in infinitely better ways". Some weekends pretend to be good and fill you with false promises of endless joy and happiness but once they've gone, you instantly forget about that brief silly fling you had with a predetermined period of time.
However sometimes the weekend will slap you in the face with a bunch of shit-hot-ness
Anyone who's good at reading minds will of course know I'm talking about Saturday and Husky Rescue.
The live floor at Klubi was nearly empty when we got there which didn't bode well for the Huskies but thankfully even the people "round our way" found their way upstairs eventually.
The set leaned heavily towards 'Ship of light' material as one would expect on a tour promoting a new album. This was not a bad thing at all and it did really work as I didn't manage to hear anyone say anything bad about the gig. (OH except one girl, but that was mainly an attack on singer Reeta-Leena's personality)
May I just say that Reeta-Leena looked mighty foxy and I may have developed an unhealthy fancy for her. Well ok, she took turns looking foxy and looking like a crazed Sami shaman whilst shaking what could have been a percussion instrument, but quite easily could have just been a bunch of animal bones tied together with human hair.
What do I remember distinctly?
-City Lights being gorgeous. -Sound of Love and We Shall Burn Bright being the sing-a-longs -Beautiful My Monster's bass literally shaking the booties off of everyone -They Are Coming sounding like a whistling 'Foals'. I well loved the math-rock-like drumming going on. The fact that 'DJ Goatboy' did in fact play some Foals before Husky came on was a nice touch. -Almost ending the gig with Summertime Coyboy. Now that would have been the perfect end to the night but alas it was not to be. They still came back on for a second encore to play an accordionised version of Man of Stone. It was still good mind.
