But scratch the surface and this one really gets you in the feels and does a fine job of summing up modern life.įrom the self-deprecation in ‘Routine Pain’ and the cynicism of ‘Self-Destruction (As A Sensible Career Choice)’, to the general doom and gloom of ‘Beachfront Property’ and the title track, when you really listen this record is peak 2020: pessimistic, dour, and really fucking depressing.Īnd yet – and yet – it’s marvellously uplifting too. On first listen, you can breeze through Brave Faces Everyone without a care the pounding drums, emotive vocals, and quite perfect bass tone are plenty satisfying.
More clattering guitars, more lyrics that deserve to be tattoos, and a heck of a lot more heart. It lived firmly in that part of the scene topped by The Menzingers, struck a chord with emo fans everywhere and neatly filled a gap left by Modern Baseball. Which is great because, on this album, cutting through is exactly what they deserve to do. With the cocktail of a few influential podcasters bigging them up, the ability to stream all music at any time and a world so devoid of hope that we’re all craving uplifting, heartfelt, rousing pieces of storytelling, the stage is set for Spanish Love Songs to cut through. But you’d rarely get to hear them yourself unless you were willing to pay £25 for an import version of their records at HMV.
Had they emerged 20 years ago they’d have forever been a kind of secret, underground band with a silly name that your pals in the know would extol at every opportunity. If ever you wanted a case study for how the internet has changed how we discover cult bands in 2020, Spanish Love Songs could well be it.
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