Lost Film Share Big Talk Single
Jimmy Hewitt, aka Lost Film, is one of my favorite current indiepop songwriters, but he’s mostly been quiet the last few years, focusing on his great label, Relief Map. But, today a fresh new single is ready for your ears, built with “not much more than an electric guitar, a drum machine and distorted synthesizers.” The simplistic beat just keeps your toes tapping and your head bobbing, while the dreamier guitar edges wrap themselves around each melodic note Hewitt has created. Jimmy’s voice takes the track into that hazy jangle sound, dreamily draped over that natural kick. Looks like this song is part of a greater collection of tunes written during the pandemic, so we’ll keep you posted as we hear more.
Strangely, when this new track from Hellrazor drops in, I thought to myself, “I wish this is what that new Hum record sounded like.” But, with that spacey noise up front, the noise recedes, opening up this tune to a bit more of a melodic draw, pulling back the covers on the band’s pop tendencies. Still, you can hear the thump of the drums, tempered since their opening pummel; they take the chorus and help launch the song into this wall swell of ferocious noise, albeit one with a softened underbelly. Plus, those in need of the heavy fix get a mid-track breakdown with furious drum work that doesn’t quit until your ears are bloodied and the song crawls to a close.
As we move into the summer season, I start to indulge a bit more in my musical sweet tooth, which is great since there’s this new 
In need of a contemplative single that can take you back to the days of Cocteau Twins or Siouxsie solo work? Well, then perhaps you’ll want to dip your toes into this stunning new tune from Melourne’s 
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Tom Brown’s new project (he also plays in RF!) is dropping their self-titled debut at the beginning of June, and we’re here to suggest you give the band a solid listen. This track operates around a meandering sort of heavy guitar jangle; it feels like the guitars chasing you this way and that through dirty back alleys in some no-name British town. But, it also feels very much like Ohio, more specifically Dayton, as it’s hard to really distance Brown’s vocal approach from Bob Pollard. Still,