The Spills are a West Yorkshire crew, self-defining as indie rock but with vocals that sound more of the hardcore tradition. The opening of Crash-landed Clouds shows this off, the singer having seemingly zero regard for the health of his own voice. A good thing. Paired with A Film And A Frame on the a-side, the single is out on Too Pure.
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The Spills pour their fucking heart out on “A Film And A Frame”, a new single of crying guitar, moaning vocals and disgruntled bass fuzz. Call it indie rock, if you must, but these West Yorkshirians sound like they’ve been travelling coast to coast in search of an emo fix, wailing like they were in an American pop-punk band, as if they were just sad they hadn’t referenced a Simpsons episode in their song title. This song’s hook is simple and forceful and full of bite, and serves as proof of how powerful the sad songwriting crew of Leeds and its surrounding area has gotten. It doesn’t sound totally homegrown, though, and that’s its allure: could Sunny Day Real Estate and Trust Fund mutate into each other?
On “Crash-Landed Clouds” the Spills make even slightly more true on their love of gloomed out pop-punk, throwing some skramz into the chorus and insisting, over fine, spindly riffing, that everything is terrible: “It won’t be long til I’m asleep/to go poach any other life I can’t achieve”. A fine idea for a song: some bad premonitions about the future and a bit where you use post-hardcore to exorcise them. I like these fellows.
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