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Luke Haines has a gruelling concept for for his latest LP. British Nuclear Bunkers is about just that: a post-nuclear-apocalypse world of underground bunkers. Conveyed, naturally enough, through the medium of analogue synths squeezed into a rock-like format. 10 tracks and a bonus 7” for purchasers of the vinyl. On Cherry Red.

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British Nuclear Bunkers by Luke Haines
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7/10 Laurie Staff review, 15 October 2015

Luke Haines has enlisted a new set of machines to help him realise his latest ludicrous rock opera. The dystopian grit of a nuclear winter in the UK is an irresistible source of inspiration, so what better than to channel that inspiration into the bleeps, squelches and screeches of analog synth gear?

Prepare for ridiculous and cute little lead lines, wailing siren noises, and sustained, low synth notes that sound like neon lights through dry ice. The title track sounds like a bunch of Brits shuffling down the old mines as if they’re in the queue for a cashpoint. “Bit dark, this” one utters. Another one hopefully asks “anyone got mayo?”, struggling to come to terms with a world beyond condiments. ‘Bunker Funker’ is one the best things ever, if you’ve ever wondered what a dystopian subterranean rave would be like outside the cyberworld of The Matrix. Underground electronic. Har har.

It’s vintage tone gives the whole thing a rough cast Ghost Box-y feel, with a pinch or three of salt and probably a whole bag of sugar. The distinct lack of guitars and proper vox may irk some, but those accustomed to the tomfoolery that Haines is so great at will have a lot to shout about here.


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