Exclusive Premier - London, England's "The Yacht Club" Premier their new album "The Last Words That You Said To Me Have Kept Me Here and Safe" on January 25th Hear the new single "Broken Things" now only on The Math Rock Times
Like graphite forming lines on an Etch-a-Sketch creating pictures from nothing, guitar slides alongside hit-hat droplets trickling from a leaky faucet fill this intro with a graceful sense of dignity. The angular guitar pattern acts as the frame fastening the walls to the foundation built by the steady percussion and bass notes. Delivered with poise the posh English accentuated vocals by Marcus Gooda serve as the perfect narrarative to this story. There's a presence of vulnerability and openess here.
Things pick up for a bit with louder vocals, harmonic plucks and a heavenly choir, but only for a moment until a gentle twinkling guitar riff brings about a new beginning. Bright and steadfast this riff invites the drums and bass to join in during this instrumental only portion of the song as TYC moves away from the stop-start pattern from the beginning and ease into a more even pace. The groove here is a somber yet dance inducing one.
This new beginning is only a means to an end, what once was transforms and the cycle begins again. The overall melancholy cloud over this piece is bittersweet and comes with a silver lining. Does he sink or swim?
Hear the full album this Friday the 25th at: https://theyachtclub.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics:
These sails are worn weathered and torn
A faint smile gets me so tired.
Through scars of the past I fret awake and ask “Do you love the man or the mask?”
Broke down, though my emotions they pour out I’m slowly taking on water.
You’re pulling me through, I don’t know what to do, as they tear me from you:
all these broken things.
Guilt weighs like a stone: this burden you carry for us both.
Through my black clouds you still shine so warm
but I’m waiting for the day I hear you cry a soft sigh as your love resigns.
Broke down, though my emotions they pour out I’m slowly taking on water.
You’re pulling me through, I don’t know what to do, as they tear me from you:
all these broken things. (All these broken things, all these broken things.
I row to the shore as waves they roar and the current pulls me under.)
