Five Songs To Hear This Week - The Provincial Archives, Melt Banana, Godflesh, Bob Moses, Roll The Dice

Five Songs To Hear This Week - The Provincial Archives, Melt Banana, Godflesh, Bob Moses, Roll The Dice
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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...

 

Canadian indie rockers The Provincial Archives earned themselves serious outsider-rock stripes with their jangly take of much-missed singer-songwriter Elliot Smith’s Son Of Sam. Blogs certainly seemed to warm to their cover, and now the Edmonton trio are striking while the iron’s hot with forthcoming single, Daisy Garden, which harks to an acclaimed cast of Americana pop major leaguers including R.E.M, Death Cab For Cutie and Ben Folds Five.

Bo Ningen aren’t the only Japanese noise outfit stoving people’s faces in at the moment. Even though they’ve recently stripped back their ranks to a diminutive two-piece, Melt Banana are as lacerative as ever thanks to the mind-melting, sub-two-minute video-clip for Lefty Dog (Run Caper Run), taken from last year’s Fetch, released by A-Zap Records.

It’s taken Brummie industrial metallers Godflesh 13 years to get round to producing new music, but judging by Ringer, a taste of their forthcoming, typically apocalyptic-sounding  EP, Decline And Fall, it was worth the wait, as Justin Broadrick and GC Green sound like they’re shaking the pillars of Hell.

Domino Records’s latest signing, the misleadingly named Bob Moses (a Canadian production duo), are a plumb fit for their label, as on their debut single I Ain’t Gonna Be The First To Cry they fuse the sort of skin-on-skin funkiness that would arouse Wild Beasts with the dancefloor-chic moves of Hot Chip.

As far as independent electronic stables go, they don’t come much more visionary than Yorkshire’s Leaf Label. Swedish duo Roll The Dice continue to bear their administrator’s exploratory torch with Assembly, a spine-chilling funeral march whose doomy lurches fly in the face of the band’s home country’s propensity for dream-pop sounds.