The Seven Foot Tall Post-Suicidal Feel Good Blues
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Nancy has arrived on the scene with a blast of wobbly acid glam that stands out from the rest. Keith Goldhanger was first on the scene for LTW back here when he reviewed the glorious first single lifted from this fuzzed up gem of a debut mini album. Wayne AF Carey is loving it…
Last year was not normal so why try be normal? Warping into psychedelia land from the ashes of Brighton band Tigercub, two EP’s in and he’s nailed it with a mini album that drags you into an Alice In Wonderland of wobbly warped sound that is weird and wonderful as fuck. He explains…
“7ft Blues is bi-polar”, NANCY explains. “The tracklist swings from suicidal, to cartoonishly happy, to self-deprecating, back to Alan Partridge pretentious (my spiritual home)… I think it’s a full portrait of me in that particular moment of my life, warts an’all. Before NANCY my main thing was writing songs for a rock band called Tigercub. In Tigercub I feel I had a tendency to hide my true self under a borrowed alt-rock, slacker introversion. It’s a pose that is easy to adopt and can easily trick you into a false sense of security when expressing yourself, wearing Kurt Cobain’s angst as a mask if you will. Striking out on my own has given me nowhere to look but inside, I think with 7ft Blues I’m really being myself, I’m actually talking about me now, what it’s like to be me, and I have never done that before, and it’s terrifying”.
Kicking in with the brilliant single that was in our top ten singles of the year, 7ft Tall just wobbles like a warped vinyl being played under water. Proper glam with a twist, a hint of MGMT and an amazing chorus straight from the bible of 70’s pomp, with a modern slant that excites. Pleasure Pen is dark and mesmerising with it’s swirling keyboards and drum mantra that hypnotises you. This guy is on a serious trip. Check the video below where he looks like the bastard brother of Jesse Hughes from Eagles Of Death Metal. Happy Happy Happy sounds like a woozy trip and the lyrics are a dark loop of coming up and down in a matter of minutes from reading social media.
The whistling kicks in with Leave Your Cares Behind, a proper step into Bolan territory that takes you back in time to those strange T-Rex times. I’m just loving that trippy warped sound throughout. It’s fuckin’ brilliant stuff that gets better with every listen. Genius. Never Gonna Wake (Up) is a one minute stomp of lo-fi fuzz that swirls full of psychedelia and and swamp rock.. Dear Life Give Me A Sign That I Am Not Alone is a mellow affair that glides along. A floating love song that flirts with dirty romance and has a Mark Lanegan at his best feel.
Don’t Pass Me By is back in Bolan territory, an amazingly written glam tune that has a killer chorus which floats in and out. A spine tingling piece of work full of fuzz and some great guitar work that has hints of Santana without the noodling bollocks. Class. Clic Clac is a speeded up lo-fi bit of madness with dark lyrics I presume are about suicide? I may be wrong. It’s a fuck off slab of pysch madness that resonates. Psycho Vision is an acid tinged slice of madness yet again. Insane whistling, loads of fucking about with that wobbling sounding. It like listening to glam rock when you’ve necked 100 mushies and having a 50/50 good/bad trip. I keep thinking a clown’s gonna fucking jump me from behind the telly! Deathmarch ends the album in style. He’s defintely influenced by Lanegan on this one. Funereal keyboards with some great guitars and dark lyrics of the end of your life. An excellent foreboding track that is dark yet sounds fuckin’ massive. A song that Lanegan would easily put his name on if he heard it. Duet in the future? We hope! A great album that raises the bar.
Words by Wayne Carey, Reviews Editor for Louder Than War. His author profile is here