Whisper it quietly. Or shout it at one or all of your flatmates, especially the one who doesn’t cook for anybody. Stencil it on doors. Write it on a note and post it through a stranger’s letterbox. Email the complaints department of your service provider(s) about it. Text your MP. Do what you must and use what media you may, but don’t let it change the central message: POP MUSIC IS GETTING BORING.
There are reasons, of course there are. Our minds are sandblasted by wave after wave of existential dread. Even being a musician requires three jobs and personal sacrifice. Algorithms decide who listens to what, and the what now can even be made up AI slop posing as artistry. It sucks. We get it.
But that doesn’t alter the validity of the point. Too much music sounds like other music. It’s boring. But then along this year came some chinks of light (Or ok, whatever the audio equivalent is). First it was The Sophs with Goldstar, a sum of it’s parts sure, but they were good parts. After that Angine De Poitrine got a leg up and it doesn’t matter if you hate them because it got people talking about music again, feeling emotional con/disconnection to the subject, to the idea. And now comes My New Band Believe.
A sort of solo project for ex Black Midi guitarist Cameron Picton, the moniker is a consciously awkward/awful one, but it somehow fits: you’d have to be incredibly self possessed, or a lunatic, to upend as many forms as this and even consider getting away with it. But although My New Band Believe is disorienting at first, Picton’s muses – rustic folk, Laurel Canyon, soul, post rock, many more – are gloriously decanted into transcendental sketches which are as un-boring as everything around them are shades of grey. Now we agree on the basics, to begin the simple process of conversion, listen to The Blink of An Eye, or Heart of Darkness, or say not so – if you dare.
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