Put your headphones on, turn the volume up and stomp around, kick over the stacks of cans in the supermarket, smash all the bottles, I dare you.
It’s hard not to want to jump around and spill your drink when you hear these guys, they get you pumped up, ready for a night of mischief that can only result in fumbling your keys around your front door lock at some ungodly hour the following morning.
The Cornish coast of Falmouth has nourished The Black Tambourines into giving us ocean-rock that might seem a little rough on the outside, but with lyrics like “You can come over to mine tonight / I’ll make you some / tea I got my Wilson’s 45 / you can listen with me,” you get to a sweet centre, feel all gooey inside.
Maybe its the salt in the sea air, but these guys kinda sound like every band d.i.y. garage band that have graced the sonic airwaves over the past 5 years or so. Their surfy tones remind us of early albums from The Growlers, jangly riffs from the likes of The Babies, gloomy southern coast vibes influenced by The Wytches mixed with fuzzy vocals similar to that of King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard. Leaves you scratching your head as to why you haven’t come across them before. It might be because they haven’t released new music since 2014/15, however, with a new London show date just passed this month, this could mean new stuff is on the horizon, let’s hope so.
☺︎☺︎ show support on band camp: https://theblacktambourines.bandcamp.com/ ☺︎☺︎
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