Lewca is Your Friday Night Rockstar

ITS FRIDAY NIGHT................ROCKSTAR

Chaos is defined as "complete disorder or confusion", and, "behavior so unpredictable as to appear random".  Sounds very much like our world today; Last Orders anyone, to quote the divine vision in Lewca's collaboration with Fire Up the Sun,  "Mate lets face it we ain't gonna make it, but I'll get the last round when it all goes down".  Yea make mine a double!  And if that didn't get you off your ass, then the opening on Lewca's latest collab with Invisible Squirrel Balls Out doesn't mince words, "I'm a dance machine".   

For those who don't know, and what are you waiting for really, Lewca is a master of musical chaos, combining an incredibly observant lyrical eye on modern society, with an eclectic mash up of electro beat hip hop, sonic indie, freestyle drum & bass, and obscure sounds, cut to the chase, play it LOUD.  All of this with an unmatched sense of futile social humor, as he turns the mirror on.....well, us.

Lewca's main partner in musical piracy is S.O.A.P. (aka. Son of a Pitch) a Parisian drum & bass DJ and grandmaster, whom Lewca has been working with since 2018.  Serving as high frequency electro beatmaker, mixer, producer, and whatever other impressive title I can come up with, S.O.A.P. is the primary composer of the musical portrait underpinning Luca's lyrical barrage.      

Their most recent collaboration is the single Friday Night Rockstar taken from the full length fist pumping album of the same name.  Friday Night Rockstar, fueled by influences listed by Lewca as; class A drugs, weed, French wine, Belgian beer and expensive rum (Jamaican no doubt), is a dystopian Saturday Night Fever shaker for the post lockdown world.    

The track opens with screeching electro finger riffs that would easily have been at home in any early 80's big hair metal band, and that's where the zeitgeist begins.  Lewca's vocal proclaims he's a rockstar, "world famous in my neighborhood" and from there it's full strut balls out against the beat.  

Like a caged animal on the loose, the beat, now backed by a distorted searing flange, writhes against the sonic riffs with Lewca's lyrics riding roughshod "killin it one weekend at a time."

  

By the time you catch your breath Lewca and S.O.A.P have already melted the ax metal vibe down into a dark synthie electro acid beat, while Lewca chants prophetically "I'm a rockstar, Friday night rockstar."   

The ethos of Lewca is akin to taking a crosscut saw to forty years of musical history, and reassembling, with the precision of a microsurgeon, the pieces of what we believe music should be, into an entirely new genre.  He's not taking names because he doesn't give a fuck, but he is putting down a marker as an artist ready to attack all your preconceived notions of society, music, and in the end just going balls out! 

The single, digital and vinyl album pre-sale can be found on bandcamp 

Gazelle - Violet Hour Blues

 VIOLET HOUR BLUES

There's an ever so slight chill in the air and the mornings are just a little darker.  All the tell tale signs are there to see, heralding the arrival of cooler days and nights.  To say the Summer was hot would be an understatement, yea it was hot, and yea the music was hotter! 

In a season of unforgettable music, Leicester's mighty Gazelle kept the indie fires burning with two legendary releases.  First their soulie mod inspired Magic Carpet Ride, and followed up by the sheer musical exuberance of  Clementine, kept them squarely in the top of playlists the scene over.  

Gazelle returns September 22rd to a special New Music Thursday with their third release of the season, the emotionally torrent, stripped back, Violet Hour Blues.  Taking a different direction this time the band has released an impassioned tribute to those days when the weight of the world and it's invisible chains bind us down, and yet, we refuse to be bound.  

Ryan's vocal beautifully cascades over an ever so subtle acoustic intro, almost as to channel the approaching change in seasons, when the holidays are over and the world returns to work again.  Backed by the incredibly smooth texture of the guitars and brushes on drums, the band weaves a melodic masterpiece behind powerful freedom yearning lyrics "I refuse to stay where the sun don’t shine," and "still the Winters fog swallowed my sense of purpose."    

With soulful, expressive lyrics that proclaim "when I scream, these chains aren't mine" Gazelle reminds us that mentally we are never prisoners of our physical surroundings.  

And that's it isn't it, you cannot hold that which will not be held.  As the song concludes with the chorus "So let me blow my blues away before the morning does call my name" Gazelle brings us to that special place of tranquility that we all hold in our heart.  

AND AS WE BLOW THE BLUES AWAY SUNSHINE ALWAYS FOLLOWS RAIN