![]() ![]() A lofty comparison would be a condensed version of The Hotelier’s “ An Introduction to the Album”, down to the smooth transition into track two. “ Wake Up Cold” captures the essence of a emo album opener in three short minutes. The record contains many brilliant songs that are detailed well beyond what you’d expect from an acoustic guitar-led three-piece. If you appreciate the honest, unfiltered atmospheres of bands like Crywank, The Brave Little Abacus, and, phew, Neutral Milk Hotel, know that Toodles And The Hectic Pity might make you feel the same way. In these electric moments, the three-piece explode with emotion, amd McAllister’s microphone seems to struggle to follow his trajectory. He can enter the second vocal-mode at any moment, throwing his voice up to the ceiling to enter “that” essential emo vocal register. Singer Callum McAllister has two distinct vocal registers: in the first he sings in a somewhat spoken, hushed way, becoming our guide through album’s many gentle passages. Plenty of extra percussion joins Dom Mosley’s drumwork. Max Cole’s bass is smooth and present, and you’ll never strain to hear the surprisingly complex lines he plays. The guitar is all full-bodied acoustic (no raspy electric imitations here), plus pedals to give it the drive it needs. The production imperfect in only a few ways, bringing oodles of character that would have been snuffed out by a high calibre studio. ![]() The sonic character of Hold Onto Happiness With Both Hands helps to clinch the emo vibe. Their first ever LP Hold Onto Happiness With Both Hands releases this week, and could be this year’s most essential DIY emo record. ![]() Their roots in folk punk are still clear in their many acoustic-focused songs, and in the storytelling approach to their lyrics. Given the band’s odd name, perhaps their slip toward emo was pre-ordained. In their ten years of existence (with the same members!), Bristol based three-piece Toodles And The Hectic Pity have adjusted their focus from folk punk toward emo. As I criticize it, it's his eye, it.fills the glass, it's all that I could ask for he is drowning in the same room as me and it's the very thing that makes me believe that there are two of him and only one of me.“ Mumble quietly as we walk home / I am tired of being alone.” It gets harder to see them as the water rises. Dancing figures, intimate, I know, but, there was more involved that made me believe that there were two of them and only one of me. I can't remember what it was I felt, or saw, or heard, or touched after hearing the word "hello". But I can't seem to put my glass down maybe because soon I'll be inside, drowning in its confines, pounding on the glass like I were five. Door number 3 has opened up and like that the world pounces on the knobs of one and two "if we can't have it all, then why have anything at all?" they chant, their song sending shivers up and down, around my spine al cord is aching as if the earth like me's been shaking, shaken up and out into the place we know will give the verdict: them finding that there's something in the water. Placed behind door number 3, I lay (shaking) will he pick me? Don't be alarmed or misinterpret, for it's his anonymity that put me here I should decide whether it's the dopamine or someone hitting "refresh" on my spine al cord is aching as if the earth, like me's, been shaking, shaken up. THE BRAVE LITTLE ABACUS LYRICS "Please Don't Cry, They Stopped Hours Ago." ![]()
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