Having started today with a couple of posts about running, now we can turn to gorge on the real meat (or perhaps the real quorn if you are vegetarian) with a band that if things weren’t the
weird way they are would have probably been on their way to my home city to
play Dials Festival 2020 today. And whilst I don’t want to get too disconsolate
about the fact that our little new music festival in Portsmouth was cancelled
due to Covid-19, if you can let me have this one sad-face moment, that would be
appreciated. Then we’ll get on with the rest of the day shall we?
Coach Party was the very first band I booked for Dials Festival 2020. I made my first tentative enquiry about booking them (having seen them in a
previous incarnation) in October 2018 prior to their debut track Oh Lola being
released. Since then they’ve released a blast of a debut EP and a cover of
Clairo’s Bangs.
But now
they’ve gone full throttle. Can’t Talk, Won’t is a giant-riffing, mosh-pit
inducing, indie-rocking tune that punches, kicks, bites and screams with more
energy than a crate of Lucozade. Don’t be misled by the jubilant vigour of the
tune though. The idea around the song is a little heavier – it centers around being
triggered by tiny little meaningless things because you’ve repressed and not
dealt with the bigger things that have hurt you. Remember kids, it's good to talk. (And for those who live in the Solent area like Coach Party and myself it's probably a good time at this point to link you to the Solent Mind web page (here), as this 24 hour blogathon is in support of them and being able to talk about stuff is a big help in mental health)
This is a
tour de force of a song and at least in part makes up for the fact that Coach
Party won’t be lighting up Portsmouth this evening.
Coach Party - Can't Talk, Won't
2 comments:
Good luck with this. I’ll donate when I get home. Pester me if I forget. Working tomorrow so will use your recommendations as my soundtrack
I want to be a member of that social club.
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