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The return of Everett True | 114. Hierophants

The return of Everett True | 114. Hierophants
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I come to this via a slightly circuitous route. Some fine, nervy No Wave from Melbourne. Or is it some jumpy New Wave from Geelong?

Doesn’t matter either way. You either understand my terminology – and if you’re here, there’s every chance you will. Or you don’t. But then, if you don’t, you’re probably not here.

The song starts, stops. Switches direction. Changes rhythm. Scours. Glowers. Monochrome in stop-motion. Angsty, and redolent of many pasts, many futures. That guitar sound is so familiar I’m thinking I must have seen it naked with the lights turned out. The guitar sound is so familiar I’m thinking it must have made out with my wife. The guitar sound is so familiar I want to slap it across its fretboard and tell it to stop carressing my hair.

This is where I found it. An Italian blog. Punk and soul and damaged rock’n’roll. It seems like everyone’s an expert these days, even me.

I found this somewhere. It ain’t much of a manifesto but it’ll do until much of a manifesto comes along.

Hierophants are not an oldies group, they are not a glitter group, they don’t play boogie music and they don’t play the blues. Hierophants are an original Rock and Roll group of 2015, and their songs are brief, to the point and every one a potential hit single.

My YouTube feeds suggests I listen to this afterwards which a) makes sense (there’s a pop sensibility behind the staccato edge of Hierophants) and b) pleases me.

It’s all about the tight collars. Great video, too. (Hierophants, not Boys.) Here’s an older song. I don’t know for sure if it’s the same group but I’m guessing it is.

I’m fairly sure this ain’t, though.

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