Five Songs To Hear This Week - Samoans, Princess, These Ghosts, Eighteen Nightmares At The Lux, Sivu

Five Songs To Hear This Week - Samoans, Princess, These Ghosts, Eighteen Nightmares At The Lux, Sivu
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Sorting through the week's new singles and songs that have surfaced online over the last seven days, Jamie Skey (@jamie_skey) presents five songs you need to hear this week...

 

The misleadingly titled Samoans actually hail from Cardiff, the world-renowned hotbed of alternative rock. This brains-and-brawn quartet create the sort of expansive rock music that made the early 2000’s a great time to be a devotee of loud, immersive music, with I Am Your Density arriving in a stoned haze of Oceansize-sized riffs and Mogwai-echoing introspection.

Hot off the back of their debut EP Black Cat, Irish dream rockers Princess release a brand new single in the shape of Never Look, four-and-a-half minutes of rock as poetry thanks to its mellifluous marriage of 90s noise-rock bite and heart-swelling melodicism.

British electro-rock trio These Ghosts make the sort of feverish, shadow-chasing music that’d keep Thom Yorke fretting at night. Coat Of Feathers is redolent of the Radiohead chief’s debut album, The Eraser, with its lo-fi loops and slithers of liquid chrome guitar. Proof that the most melancholic music can equally be the most uplifting.

London gothabilly throwbacks Eighteen Nightmares At The Lux strangle a joyous din out of their instruments that’s every bit as preposterous and deranged as their name. Their new tune Fishman is the sort of tune that’ll clobber you over the head before sordidly extracting your guts.

On Miracle (Human Error), chamber-pop one-man band Sivu draws melodic and thematic inspiration from Frank Sinatra’s Strangers In The Night - yet here the singer’s loneliness is bathed in the deathly glow of computer screens and social networking sites, as he explains: “With social media and technology, it sometimes feels like we're all getting a little colder and are becoming just a bunch of URLs," pointing to the strangely anthemic chorus of "Because it's time to collide/this human error's what we're made for/ but now we're dead inside/ we're ones and zeros of a half-lived life."