Porchlight

Posting more punk than the Royal Mail, Brighton tearaways Porchlight rumble with the best of 'em, taking names and dispelling myths.

a soul-stirring, ear-pounding documentation of a group taking their first steps into a whole new unknown of their own fine-crafted design. Building worlds out of canvas and instrumental agitate - one of Porchlight’s greatest strengths, is their distinctive sense for creativity in all its forms. Merging logic demos and howl-strung choruses with easter-egg laden artwork (thanks to close collaboration with artist, and long-time friend George Smith), ‘Wives Tales & Hymns of the Earth’ is far from art-for-art's-sake and rather, a uniquely painted portrait of innovative self-exploration; a contemporary masterpiece heaving with narratives trapped in time, adolescence, and conceptual oddities.

Crafting illustrated soundtracks for life, loss, and everything in between - all through the medium of collaged-cacophony - is no easy feat; and it is safe to say anyone brought onboard to join the venture would have had to have been somewhat of a madman themselves. Loosely inspired by tales of small-town rural England- cottage villages with dark exteriors, ‘Wives Tales & Hymns of the Earth’ as a whole, is the outcome of five individual tales coming together to form a conceptually emphasised entity to end all conceptually emphasised entities. Completed by the poetic brood of ‘Blue Chalk’, the jagged anxieties of ‘Spin Doctor’ and Porchlight aficionado familiarities of opening track ‘From Monday’, in just short of twenty minutes, ‘Wives Tales & Hymns of the Earth’ perfectly captures the sweeping emotions of a debut