New group of the day: all these horrible cavities

New band of the day: All These Ghastly Cavities, an excellent Death To Trad Rock fan with brilliant lyrics by snark & ​​8217;

We say

Hailing from Christchurch in the UK, All These Ghastly Cavities is a thrilling reminder of the power of the asshole! Harnessing that great vein of quirky English post-punk with a healthy dose of Death To Trad Rock, these are songs of sharp and angular riffs, cookie-cutter drum machines, snark humorous observations of magic in the mundane and the mundane in magic delivered with sharp detail.

File under Sleaford Mods encountering Death To Trad Rock outfits like Bogshed with brilliant lyrics that delve into the micro-waste that fills our British lives – just listen to ‘Bored’ with its awesome list of stuff they miss.

Somehow they turn all that distracting, offbeat noise into music that makes sense – they’re deliberately, fantastically and willfully awkward, but mistakenly they could end up being quite popular…

They say

The I-Spy Book of British A-Roads is a four-track epof of list songs, all quite different in style, but held together by list glue.
The journey begins as we step out of our suburban gravel driveway with Lists’ cut-and-paste experimental psych-rock, then take a shortcut through the angular “death to traditional rock” guitar twang and haunting keys. by Aunty Ethel, before firing off the fast section of A-Roads’ bass-driven techno beats with the stereo blaring and the windows rolled up to the frame, and as we ask “are we almost there?” Bored’s surf guitar rap slows us down and leads us to park in one of Basingstoke’s many gray, concrete floors, rummaging through our pockets and glove box for spare change for the machine.
Recorded socially distanced using old skool Zip Disc 4-track recorders and mixed on the train on a laptop.

You listen!

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