Sounds | Annie Taylor - Lucidity
- Jan Guisset
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Het is een meer dan vette knipoog naar de indierock die begin jaren negentig de soundtrack van onze skateboardcapriolen vulde maar deze band komt niet uit de UK of de USA maar uit het Zwitserse Zurich godbetert. Annie Taylor, ons voorlopig nog onbekend maar binnenkort misschien uitvoerig bemind.
Met de hoge DIY houding die zowel de muziek als de videoclip uitstralen moet het hen wel lukken onze hartjes te veroveren. Out of Scale, dat op 22 mei uitkomt via Clouds Hill blijkt al hun derde langspeler te zijn. Hoog tijd dus dat we deze band wat beter leren kennen.
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The band met in a bar in the Swiss mountains after a snowboarding session. Fast forward a few years and they are now well known for their live shows, having already played SXSW & Levitation Festival in Austin, The Great Escape in Brighton and the Reeperbahn Festival in Hamburg. Now, with the new album āOut of Scaleā set to be released on May 22nd via Clouds Hill, Annie Taylor have further developed their sound. Each song sounds different yet inevitably follows on from the next. Distorted guitar and empowering grunge rage are followed by repetitive psychedelia. Then thereās a thoughtful, almost quiet song. Somewhere between Courtney Barnett and Wet Leg.
Much of the new music was written in the summer, during the holidays when Zurich was almost empty. Singer Gini Jungi remembers the taste of sunscreen and salt on her skin. Summer dresses. Endless time to think. Sometimes that felt good, when a night unfolded without a plan, in limbo, and she still felt a stark clarity. But sometimes she would sit on the carpet in her apartment, feeling alone, playing guitar, feeling loss, but also gratitude. At festivals, on long bus rides, and at late shows, the band members were always very close. They were able to empathize with singer Gini Jungi's lyrics almost seamlessly and set them to music together. Many songs on āOut of Scaleā are about friendships and romantic relationships. About feeling secure and feeling the euphoria when someone shows you the beauty of the world. Memories of a time when everything was good. Then the doubts creep in. Something is no longer right. I am not your answer. I am not your cure.
