SOUND coming over the horizon...
clippety-clop drums (no hi-hat or cymbal
clutterings) like a quartet of hooves
galloping across dusty desert soil, a
breathy whispering voice wrapped up in a
golden-toned hazy maze of guitars filling
your ears with soft hints of sun-blessed
Its by Felt and
its their new single called
My Face is on Fire. If you
havent heard in youre in the
Cherry Red, Felts record company,
were gearing themselves up for the 27th
(it seemed) torrent of torture from
Eyeless In Gaza, Felt were spending an
incredible eight months and a staggering
(for a combo of their modest means)
£1000 on this solitary 45.
I met up with them on a
park bench. At least, the closest thing
you can find to a park bench in the
middle of Birmingham. Lawrence is the
composer, the singer and guitarist.
Thats not Someone Lawrence
or Lawrence Someone, but just...
Were not lazy, its just
that were perfectionists, I
suppose. We certainly wouldnt want
to put anything out that was
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