Not exactly a local band, but if New Zealand band The Flight of the Conchords can be adopted over here, then why not a real life band. Soaking up everything from Nick Drake and Ryan Adams to The Smiths and The Cure, Blackchords ring out from their musical sponge of influences deep and reflective music that is it once arrestingly relevant as well as an antidote to everyday life.
A twilight record, the songs are the type that are difficult to pinpoint and define, yet feel as natural as the sleepy haze this time of day evokes. Despite being architecturally assured the overarching image is of an open wound that needs healing, especially in ‘Broken Bones’ and ‘Pretty Little Thing.’
This is not to say that ‘Blackchords’ is a despondent record, far from it. ‘All Is Love’ is a dramatic romantic song, followed by ‘Flow Like A River’ a rollicking rocker. ‘Blackchords’ is the sort of album that reflects life in all of its lush ambiguities and beguiling facets, nurturing and nudging with every swoop of the guitar and bang of the drums.
Plus, with every purchase of the record you get a free trip to Auckland.