#twohundredandeightythree

It took me a while to be convinced by today’s #onegoodthing, but I’m glad I persevered as this album is melancholic bedroom pop at its finest.

Some tracks – like Deep Deep Problem – have a greater immediacy and perkiness that soon make way for the overarching gloom that engulfs the music.

But don’t think this is going to send you into a deep well of depression; Dignan Porch produce top-notch DIY pop that deserves your patience, with that patience rewarded by a totally engrossing collection of songs.

 

#twohundredandeightytwo

Granted, this is an oldie, released as it was in 2008, but it’s on the ever-reliable Faux Discx label and will likely tick a few boxes for fans of Cold Pumas, Vision Fortune and Hookworms.

As far as I can tell, The Light Sleepers are no more, which just adds a further smidge of melancholy to what is a cracking concoction of subtle shoegaze, noisepop and general yearning.

The album rolls across you like the waves of the sea, equally perfect for listening on late-night public transport, in a bedroom late at night before things get ‘interesting’ or peering out at the vastness of the sea from the comfort of a bar on shore. (Or, y’know, just listen to it online while you’re at work. Whatever floats your boat, really…)

#twohundredandeightyone

Tee-Tahs sound like a band out of time, as their take on garage could be right out of the halcyon 60’s era of Nuggets psych and surf-tinged rock.

More surf, garage-rock than the psych end of the spectrum, Thrill is a breezy 2mins33secs that would sound perfect playing as the sun goes down over California. Or Alberta, Edmonton, as it’s the hometown of Tee-Tahs, but that doesn’t get as much coverage in films and TV, does it…?

#twohundredandeighty

Beginning with doom-inducing keyboard strokes that transforms into a rattle of post-punk, Ohh (Yeah) by White Reaper is one of those tunes that deserves to be more popular than it will probably end up being.

There’s enough lo-fi, rough around the edges charm that it’ll appeal to the hipsters, but also enough damn catchiness that those whose tastes lay on the edges of the genre will also be taken in by it.

If you put The Orwells, early Strokes and The Black Lips into a melting pot and added a dash of FIDLAR’s youthful vim, White Reaper is what would come out. But that’s some weird science…

#twohundredandseventyseven

Harnessing the blues and psych influences, Qasar have cooked up quite the racket.

While this is good time rock ‘n’ roll, there’s still enough subtlety and fine touches to make Qasar stand out from the crowd.

The two tracks on their most recent release showcase that perfectly, and I’ve opted for the driving rhythms of Find My Babe over the 70’s-tinged melodies of Havin’ A Good Time.

#twohundredandseventyfive

It’s been a while since I’ve gone for a whole album as the #onegoodthing, which underlines how good one must be for it to be deigned worthy of such an accolade.

And Torch Song by Radiator Hospital is very much worthy; a mesh of pop-punk and Pavement-style indie that creates one of the most perfect albums I’ve heard in some time.

The band is more or less (from what I can gather) the brainchild of Sam Cook-Parrot whose links to the Crutchfield sisters (Swearin’ and Waxahatchee) shouldn’t come as a surprise given this is almost the midpoint between those two bands’ sounds.