Savannah Pope debut LP finally released - a podcast by Richard and Tobin: Self confessed music addicts
from 2019-04-27T22:00
We've been waiting for the Savannah Pope debut LP for quite some time here at Record Box HQ and it has finally arrived. Savannah Pope at her seemingly best this LP combines art, humour, tragedy, provocation, angst and musicality to create a soundscape on an unearthly level. Read on for the official press release from Los Angeles. More importantly, read on to discover how this record has affected us at Record Box HQ. Moreover we have new, short, Instagram destined musical snapshot from Frankie Cosmos. Brutus get on board with a blistering assault on your ears with War. Car Seat Headrest provide some epic intelligent indie along with New Music Golden Daze. After much hiatus in the run up too W. H. Lung's debut LP we play another track, Simpatico People. And before you ask, "Yes" we do have a 1st pressing of this LP on vinyl in the crates. Actually, we have two copies! Track Listing Ms Moreau Savannah PopeDancing Frankie CosmosWar BrutusSober to Death Car Seat HeadrestTook A Fall Golden DazeSimpatico People W. H. LungAtlantis Savannah Pope Savannah Pope debut LP is here and it rocks FTBOTRB review of Atlantis So Tobin has already described the title track of Savannah Pope’s debut LP as “her magnus opus”. I want to go deeper with this album. We all already know Savannah for her thrash-fuelled, gut wrenching rock and roll, however, she opens up her witty, comical and feminine personality here with magical effect. It’s an intense and personal listen. Even from the first track Just My Luck in which the very first seams of light begin to break through the explosive sound to hint at things to come. Daddy Issues and Creature have both featured on the show before and are Savannah’s standard rock meat grinder tracks. She attempts to reorder the molecules of your entire body with her blistering vocal delivery. Successfully. And then the clouds part, the sun creeps in and Ms Moreau arrives. Its abject beauty and mesmerising clarity mean suddenly you’re receptive to “vivisection porn” such is the hypnotic allure of Savannah’s intimacy. Yes, she’s singing only for you. The theatrical rock opera of Rock ’n’ Roll No More is part homage and part comedy. Savannah pays her dues to the history that she evidently embraces and forms much of her sound and character. And maybe she’s quite right. Maybe this is the phoenix of a once great genre reappearing from the ashes of industrialised band creation for nothing other than creating talentless celebrities. The fact that I caught myself unawares whistling the melody line of Atlantis as I nonchalantly scraped my way through the streets of the North of England...
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