BANTAM LYONS (eponyme) vinyl)

Description

“Did I start listening to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?” Rob Fleming, the main character in Nick Hornby’s novel “High Fidelity,” tormented himself. The question could also be asked of the newcomers from Bantam Lyons. Because the songs of these four young Bretons, exiled in Nantes, will tie your stomach in knots more effectively than an afternoon of Brest drizzle spent with your nose pressed against the window. And because you can subtly hear a condensed version of the most melancholic music recorded since the 80s. You won't have to dig deep to unearth reminiscences of Mogwai-esque rock/noise, Joy Division-style cold wave, Mercury Rev-like dreampop, the stifled rage of post-punk, or the dramatic flair of Talk Talk. Carried by a singular voice that stirs your very depths, Bantam Lyons' music awakens the eternal spurned teenager slumbering within each of us. Because sometimes it's good to be a little miserable. And it's always good to listen to pop music. Everything else is irrelevant.