- Personal recommendation by friend;
- Live gig;
- CD drunkenly shoved into hand at gig;
- Excitable email from band;
- PR bluster grinding writer down until capitulation.
Gala Drop were introduced to me via method number one whilst talking with a friend about music late one night in Lisbon.
There were echoes of methods numbers three and four within the, “Hey, you have to hear these guys” part.
Whenever I hear music that seemingly builds itself up under its own steam – looping noises back and forth, gaining momentum, pausing, unfurling – I wonder why it isn’t made more often.
Songs like Rauze are so devastatingly successful – for want of a more pleasant word – that it would seem obvious for others to copy the template. No matter.
Rauze, as all these songs ought, starts small and grows to a towering, loopy, shimmering colossus, before dumping everything unceremoniously to get back to the start.
Perhaps there are parallels with life, or not. Either way, Gala Drop are a band that have found out how to make their music work. So many bands never get close.