Danger in the Club is out on 5 May via Rough Trade.
“Did You See” is a deceptive little number. It kicks off with a firm drumbeat that leads the ear to expect some high-tempo riff to come in and accompany it—but then, the rest of the band enters in quietly. By the end of the tune, the harmonized vocals of the Melbourne-based Running Young complete the mood established by the drums, elevating the tune to anthemic heights. Although identifiably indie rock—whatever that genre might mean nowadays, anyway—Running Young have a clear ability to do interesting things with familiar song structures.
The group’s latest release is the We Are the Sons EP. Frontman Joel Famularo brought Running Young together after miraculously surviving open-heart surgery at the age of 25. “I should have died before I even got to hospital”, he says, “because my aorta basically just popped like a balloon”. His joy in being alive and his passion for the music he writes is more than evident in “Did You See”. Give it a watch below.
Last autumn, PopMatters premiered a video by Ruby the RabbitFoot, a project helmed by singer/songwriter Ruby Kendrick, entitled “Misery”. Now, in a stripped-down arrangement of that tune, Ruby the RabbitFoot take to the stage of Sofar Sounds, a gig collective that houses intimate shows around the world. For this performance, the band took to the stage at Sofar Dallas. With only a clean-toned electric guitar and two voices to fill the venue, Ruby the RabbitFoot give a tender performance that highlights the intimacy of the space.
When a song is anachronistic, it’s best to make its visual accompaniment equally difficult to pigeonhole to a particular era. That’s the approach with the video for Emily Kempf’s “Dynamite”, for the tune itself doesn’t sound as though it is either historic- or futuristic-leaning, but rather like it’s emanating from a parallel timeline altogether.
“Dynamite” is an avant-garde baroque dream pop number with a dash of gypsy elements; its nebulous music has a Tim Buckley-meets-Björk flavor. Kempf’s haunting bellow is the star amid minor piano chords, hammered on and resonating as though played in a dusty mausoleum. As digital effects twinkle in the background, the song abruptly transitions to a comparatively upbeat, galloping keyboard melody.