The Stralines
= no more. Now to be Strand Brackets.
= no more. Now to be Strand Brackets.
I MUST REALLY RECLAIM MY BLOG.
folky and a wee bit Amy MacDonald and simply brilliant.
He’s switched from band name-to-band name more frequently than Kevin Bacon’s hassled the nation with those EE ads, but perhaps vocalist Brandon Toor shall/should settle in The Stralines, because they’re making belters! The indie-rock offering from the lads (I’ve attached) is raw, but vibrant Libertines-esque, with undertones of newcomers Palma Violets. The demo is bold, with a mild peppering of angst, whilstToor’s vocals remain silky yet so powerful. If further material is going to be as strong as this, then these teenage boys can expect to do, deservedly, rather bloody well.
It’s also littered with Made in Chelsea tones now, and it’s just so fucking good.
To quote Annie Mac, “PAM!”
It’s still too good.
Miami, but to elsewhere?
*cough cough* so bloody catchy and fun *cough cough*
The massive young Haze with Rudimental.