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THE PHEROMOANS are a six-piece experimental rock band from the South East of England who deal in a deadpan DIY music. Married to the mundane yet surreal reportage of our lives, their music manages to address the truly restless boredom and absurdity of everyday life. The Pheromoans write songs for the end of the queue, songs that prowl the periphery, songs that stand up on the bus and stare out through the window, blasted through with brilliant sprawling sunshine.

Over the last six years the band have released a slew of records, including numerous EPs, 7"s, mini-albums and LPs through labels as diverse as Night People, Convulsive, Sweet Rot, Monofonus Press, Clan Destine and their own imprint Savoury Days. These recordings largely focused on a ramshackle, wayward rock ethic, underpinned by lyricist Russell Walker's dry, observational musings that tread an almost diary-like path throughout the songs.

RELEASES

'HEARTS OF GOLD'

The Boys Are British

UTR065 | LP / Digital | 13 tracks, 37 minutes | Buy

New album, 'Hearts Of Gold', is the band's sixth album proper, following on from 2012's well received 'Does This Guy Stack Up?', also released by Upset The Rhythm. Since that last record, Walker has been busy flexing his vocal chords via a number of other projects including his musical collage team-up with Dan Melchior entitled The Lloyd Pack (Siltbreeze), the playfully deconstructed Charcoal Owls (Night School) and Bomber Jackets (Alter).

So it's with eyes open that 'Hearts Of Gold' strides forward, casting its net across a diverse array of topics, including short distance holidays, ageing trendsetters, parenthood, functioning alcoholism and Hugh Laurie's blues career.

"Coach Trip" opens the album amongst a swarm of stabbed synth clusters and tumbling guitars (courtesy of James Tranmer and Alex Garran), ambling on the double yellows before concluding that "new dads all act like twats." "Vagabond Hits 40" is "on nodding terms with the girls from Beyond Retro." Flickering keyboards pepper "Chung Said", growing bolder as the song transforms into a transcendent nightmare, with bass (The Octogram) and drums (Scott Reeve) accenting the song's casual disdain.

With this album the expressive keyboard work of Daniel Bolger has started to command more of the centre stage too, lending an often melancholic/euphoric quality that feels like new territory for the band. Title track "Hearts Of Gold" returns to the band's draft though, delighting in a rush of jangling, scrambling guitars, sprightly beats that keep breaking loose and nonchalant voicings.

"The Boys Are British" is the lead single from 'Hearts Of Gold' and covers two failed army cadets struggling to adjust to civilian life. "Should we expect something in return? Should we expect anything from now on?" questions Walker, underscoring the album's main trope by walking a tightrope between hope and fear of disappointment. "Let go of the damp balloons" he resignedly instructs, bookending a mellow rumination on growing old, named "Old Curtains".

'Hearts Of Gold' draws to a close in a decidedly impulsive manner with the fleeting optimism of "Let's Celebrate" seeping into the spooked void of "Little Runaround" before "Laurie's Case" ices the cake. The drums strike out hard and fast, letting the unbridled guitars shuffle into unchecked chaos. It's a poignant track to end on - "I brought the song into the world... and I'm to blame" fesses up Walker at the end of an album that's at times as revealing as it is cloaked.

That's central to the appeal of 'Hearts Of Gold', making it such an oddly engaging listen. Through all the mess and melody, through the trivial and the achingly true, there's a grander point to be made, coming slowly into focus, the point of it all. With this album, The Pheromoans do everything but spell it out.

'DOES THIS GUY STACK UP?'

I'm A You-Know-What

UTR054 | CD / LP | 12 tracks, 35 minutes | Buy

New album, 'Does This Guy Stack Up?' witnesses a slight departure from their sound of old. With the recent addition of keyboard/violin player Dan Bolger to the band, their songs have leaned into a more pop-balanced realm, with the band's experimental tape collage approach sounding more natural than ever - the bass (The Octogram), drums (James Hines) and guitars (James Tranmer, Alex Garran) together forging a coherent foundation for Walker's voice to ramble amongst the radiant synth and electronic flourishes. "Old Lord Fauntleroy" is a joyous barrage of roaming bass, primal beats and droning keyboard, whilst 'Waterworld' propels itself through drifts of violin fog.

Central to the appeal of The Pheromoans are Russell Walker's insightful, often wonderfully humorous, self-deprecating lyrics that paint a picture of all of us as outsiders. "Don't Mention It" for instance is the only song we know that references both Royal Ascot and Puppetry Of The Penis. Finding much material in the slow and steady decline of the 21st century and its vain pursuits, Walker isn't afraid to rattle the cage of populist politics, and other comfortable ways of thinking, sighting Mariella Frostrup as well as Richard Littlejohn in the cross-hairs.

However, it's often when he turns his critical eye on himself, that Walker becomes most profound. "I've been the victim of subtle putdowns" admits Walker on the barnstorming "I'm A You-Know-What". "Scared of being late for work, I have to face the men-folk, I regret all decisions" he voices on "Grab A Chair", a message further accentuated by the song's prowling bassline, incessant beat and ascending stomp.

These are bleak times, fixated by obnoxious forces, a time of "total confusion, total breakdown", framed by the whipping rhythms and paranoid electronics of "бaлaнc" (Russian for 'Balance' FYI). "I want a puppy, a loft extension and a threesome, and silver shoes and preferably a Mercedes, because I am entitled, it was decreed" sings Walker on "Power Watch"; our obsession with 'possession as meaning' lampooned over an impeccable keyboard reverie.

'Does This Guy Stack Up?' closes with the plaintive yet triumphant "Moth On The Mend", perfectly encapsulating the album's overall character: "I'd like to say to you I did the things I wanted to do... this is the end of the world again". This seeps into the music too, with most songs rocking their way through unravelment; sounding spontaneous and unaffected.

With 'Does This Guy Stack Up?', The Pheromoans deconstruct a very English sense of ennui and in doing so show us its nonsensical building blocks. This album had the working title 'Let England Shake' and one can only wonder if a truer impression of modern life in this sceptred isle is one stalked by the nagging inadequacies and vacuousness detailed in 'Does This Guy Stack Up?'. It's hard to write about what you know, when what you know is increasingly marginalised, but this album proves The Pheromoans are at their best when shooting from the sidelines.

LINKS

thepheromoans.blogspot.co.uk
www.facebook.com/pages/Pheromoans

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