“My brain’s a rolling boulder / Not much to save..."
Push through the dark veil of "Spark Dreamer" by London bred Rum Buffalo and you will feel compelled to move, not only in a rhythmic way but spin on your heals to make sure that something otherworldly won't tap you on the shoulder and frighten you. The sound is feral, tribal, possessed really and clearly free of a lot of the indie trope filled music that populates my in-box (like snarky cool Arctic Monkey's take offs or OSEES inspired spring reverb and John Dwyer yelps).
No, "Spark Dreamer" feels more ID, whether it is or not and press notey stuff reveal this:
[The song was inspired by a fan in China, who presented the story of a character who wakes up bereft of their creativity, and spends their entire life searching for it in vain to eventually welcome death as the final reprieve. With impassioned vocals, Stevens channels his own anger into the song, while making nods to the mythical plight of Sisyphus: “My brain’s a rolling boulder / Not much to save.”]
From the commanding bass lines to frontman Jake Stevens' intense vocal countenance and the tightly wound musicality (from top to bottom), that feels like Cab Calloway and his orchestra in Hell after a hallucinogenic binger. There is an unrelenting sense that life is so fleeting that you have to charge ahead and get ahead of time itself. The 8 piece band's upcoming album, "Bloodmoon" is rumored to be part fever dream and partially a mirror surreal reflection of the bustling London metropolis that shaped Rum Buffalo itself.
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No, "Spark Dreamer" feels more ID, whether it is or not and press notey stuff reveal this:
[The song was inspired by a fan in China, who presented the story of a character who wakes up bereft of their creativity, and spends their entire life searching for it in vain to eventually welcome death as the final reprieve. With impassioned vocals, Stevens channels his own anger into the song, while making nods to the mythical plight of Sisyphus: “My brain’s a rolling boulder / Not much to save.”]
From the commanding bass lines to frontman Jake Stevens' intense vocal countenance and the tightly wound musicality (from top to bottom), that feels like Cab Calloway and his orchestra in Hell after a hallucinogenic binger. There is an unrelenting sense that life is so fleeting that you have to charge ahead and get ahead of time itself. The 8 piece band's upcoming album, "Bloodmoon" is rumored to be part fever dream and partially a mirror surreal reflection of the bustling London metropolis that shaped Rum Buffalo itself.
More details:
[...tracked in ten days at a converted barn in the countryside of Wales, the record burns with the limitless creativity of the individuals who make up the project. A raucous horn section and fervid beats propel the songs forward, while a haunting, women-led chorus of almost mythical proportions cackles, sings, and shouts throughout the album.]
The album is centered around Stevens' songwriting and he shares:
“It’s not easy to have a project in London; it’s so hectic and everything is happening.” Stevens says. “I feel very grateful that I grew up here and have this strong sense of family and bringing people together.” As the child of a single-parent home, Stevens cites his mother, who is also a musician and a songwriter, as having a large role in developing this sense of community that is so central to Rum Buffalo.
“The concept of family for me has always been my mum’s friends—the rocks around her. Growing up with that idea, my friends feel like family, they don’t feel like friends.”
-Robb Donker Curtius
THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6Bz5gLMXfwb7L4G8o1RJiS
https://www.instagram.com/rumbuffalo/
It is not simple to categorize Rum Buffalo, an 8-piece band that finds its sound by pushing the boundaries of what they can accomplish. Their songs unfurl like the evil twin of the bustling London metropolis that birthed them—vivid, energetic, and unpredictable. Their forthcoming album, Bloodmoon, is their most ambitious work to date: tracked in ten days at a converted barn in the countryside of Wales, the record burns with the limitless creativity of the individuals who make up the project. A raucous horn section and fervid beats propel the songs forward, while a haunting, women-led chorus of almost mythical proportions cackles, sings, and shouts throughout the album.
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