"The first single from Scottish quartet's new album is a wonderfully dark indicator of things to come." - NME
"If it's OK to talk about something doing funny things to your insides, without sounding like a perv, then I'm saying that about this song it's heartwarming and unnerving all at once" - Musicweek
"...they let their bilious aggression out of it's cage to roam free...brilliant and still very much untamed" - The Skinny
"Forget The Night Ahead material is even more harrowing than predecessor Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters – so if you think lines like “the kids are on fire in the bedroom” were dark, prepare to be scared sh*tless." - The Line of Best Fit
"A riveting exercise in articulating powerful emotions through sound." - Clash Magazine
"Unflinchingly massive, unflinchingly gritty. Ace." - The Fly
The Twilight Sad, the most singular of a new breed of British noise bands, move up a gear towards the release of their sophomore album Forget The Night Ahead (out 5/10/2009) with the release of a brand new single I Became A Prostitute.
The band have been busy previewing new songs on both sides of the Atlantic with recent US dates with Mogwai, and a UK headline tour in May which included heart-stoppingly intense performances at three Stag & Dagger events and two sets at Brighton’s Great Escape Festival. In September they are set to head back over to the US this time accompanied by Frightened Rabbit and We Were Promised Jetpacks to begin an extensive US tour.
I Became A Prostitute falls at the more melodic end of the The Twilight Sad scale, a siren-like guitar line drags the ear in immediately; tremolo’d and unflinchingly dark. Graham’s vocals soar with an inimitable despair and desperation over a deceptively simple instrumentation of Joy Division-like depth and impact: each drum beat measured and thunderous, each squalling guitar riff at once apocalyptically discordant and beautifully harmonious. The song’s chorus is gripping, the band’s emotional input palpable.
In lyrical terms, the new album is possibly a darker set even than its hallowed predecessor Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters. Singer James Graham’s portentous knack for forcefully delivering unsettling lines remains very much intact. Musically too, the forthcoming record is no less tumultuous, its broad cacophony stretching to produce the band’s most simultaneously melodic and abrasive moments yet.
To watch the accompanying video to this single click here
"If it's OK to talk about something doing funny things to your insides, without sounding like a perv, then I'm saying that about this song it's heartwarming and unnerving all at once" - Musicweek
"...they let their bilious aggression out of it's cage to roam free...brilliant and still very much untamed" - The Skinny
"Forget The Night Ahead material is even more harrowing than predecessor Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters – so if you think lines like “the kids are on fire in the bedroom” were dark, prepare to be scared sh*tless." - The Line of Best Fit
"A riveting exercise in articulating powerful emotions through sound." - Clash Magazine
"Unflinchingly massive, unflinchingly gritty. Ace." - The Fly
The Twilight Sad, the most singular of a new breed of British noise bands, move up a gear towards the release of their sophomore album Forget The Night Ahead (out 5/10/2009) with the release of a brand new single I Became A Prostitute.
The band have been busy previewing new songs on both sides of the Atlantic with recent US dates with Mogwai, and a UK headline tour in May which included heart-stoppingly intense performances at three Stag & Dagger events and two sets at Brighton’s Great Escape Festival. In September they are set to head back over to the US this time accompanied by Frightened Rabbit and We Were Promised Jetpacks to begin an extensive US tour.
I Became A Prostitute falls at the more melodic end of the The Twilight Sad scale, a siren-like guitar line drags the ear in immediately; tremolo’d and unflinchingly dark. Graham’s vocals soar with an inimitable despair and desperation over a deceptively simple instrumentation of Joy Division-like depth and impact: each drum beat measured and thunderous, each squalling guitar riff at once apocalyptically discordant and beautifully harmonious. The song’s chorus is gripping, the band’s emotional input palpable.
In lyrical terms, the new album is possibly a darker set even than its hallowed predecessor Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters. Singer James Graham’s portentous knack for forcefully delivering unsettling lines remains very much intact. Musically too, the forthcoming record is no less tumultuous, its broad cacophony stretching to produce the band’s most simultaneously melodic and abrasive moments yet.
To watch the accompanying video to this single click here
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