On “Firebird”, the London-stationed producer and multi-instrumentalist Frequent Saints (Charlie J Perry to his household and associates) digs deep into an AM radio house, sliding out a cottony smooth, yacht-rock groove that feels teleported straight from the ‘70s. It unspools regular and actual with drums clamped tight, bass notes smoothing the perimeters, and electrical guitar traces stretching and shining clear like outdated chrome beneath a low solar. It’s virtually too fairly for the issues it’s making an attempt to say.
The track’s straightforward glide would possibly idiot you in case you let it. That calmness—nice, polished, somewhat sepia-toned—flows beneath lyrics which can be too knotted to be mistaken for cosplay nostalgia. “Don’t you give in to the video games they play/They bend minds of all, however by no means change their methods.” No one’s coming to avoid wasting us, and Saints sings like that’s been apparent longer than anybody needs to confess. And that hook that asks “How are we gonna flip it round?” reads like a warning for the lots wearing sundrenched harmonies. When the complete band drops out close to the tip, leaving simply an acoustic strum and the damage in Frequent Saint’s voice, the room out of the blue feels smaller.
“Firebird” won’t be a protest anthem within the conventional sense, however it sits with you in that very same manner. A basic pickup truck wearing a yacht rock paintjob providing a journey for anybody nonetheless making an attempt to make sense of the mess.
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