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Listen: Pengilly’s - Toby’s Hill EP
Is it a bad thing that I don’t ‘feel’ or ‘get’ any of these new-wave grunge guitar bands? That I’m perhaps too lost in ethereal synths, or so desperately clinging to melody and emotional context that I really can’t get behind the dreary wash of noise created by a room full of guitars? I know, the second coming of Brit-Pop didn’t exactly rain down fire and brimstone on the musical landscape in the way it was foretold by the prophets of industry (in reality a small group of people who perhaps should have known better). But even the credible guitar-ness coming from certain corners fails to hit the spot for me. It all just seems a bit, I don’t know, passionless? How can one seem so distant and detached from the heartbreak and dejection referenced so fruitfully in your lyrics? Is it cool not to give a shit about what you’re singing?
a piece on pengilly’s ‘toby’s hill’ that i wrote with my mind and fingers for the 405. full piece (including the video) here x
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