If there’s an industry or artistic scene that is so strenuously allergic to slowing down and investigating what it’s already got in its hands, I don’t know of it. Well, I was going to cite the ‘adult’ film industry, but then realised that they do a whole lot of looking at what’s in their hands, though perhaps in a different way to how I originally envisioned.
I often feel concern that bands are putting a lot of effort in for scant recognition – the majority of great new bands get a moment’s flicker of acknowledgement from the online crowd, before they zip off: heads down, ever-onward, looking for their next new fix.
I’m complicit, of course. I chunter on about a new band each day. But in doing so, I suppose it puts moments of genuine discovery into context. And right now, it seems to me that New Animals are a genuinely exciting discovery.
Nightmares of Candy Yang & The Black Italian is one of those rich and fragile songs that is reminiscent of another; only one that I can’t quite put my finger on. Its sweetly gentle lo-fi charm seems both wide and thin all at once.
Rather than worrying about the onset of dementia, this vague recollection give me swelling hope: it seems that this is a song that I think I’ve heard before, but actually haven’t – which leads me to think that this is one of those exciting songs that instantly latches into the deeper recesses of the mind.
Songs like Nightmares of Candy Yang & The Black Italian come along only occasionally, and when they do, it’s worth appreciating them for what they’re worth. To do so requires a temporary halt to the mad onward rush. Go on, it’ll be worth it, I promise.