Daydream Library Schallplatten & CDs

Review: London based black feminist punk trio, Big Joanie, are set to follow up their exceptional 2018 debut, 'Sistahs', with a much more nuanced, dynamic collection of material on the upcoming sophomore effort, 'Back Home'. Produced and mixed by Margo Broom (Goat Girl, Fat White Family), the new project showcases an expansive push in every sonic direction; embracing the lo-fi, fuzzed out din of their Nirvana and Husker Du influences with increased abandon, while the strong pop sensibilities are more flagrant and emboldened this time around. A balancing act between grungy dance-punk, and wistful yet authentic pop, elevated by razor-sharp wit and earnest vulnerability, 2022 appears set to be the year that Big Joanie become a commonplace name in all the right circles.

Review: London based black feminist punk trio, Big Joanie, are set to follow up their exceptional 2018 debut, 'Sistahs', with a much more nuanced, dynamic collection of material on the upcoming sophomore effort, 'Back Home'. Produced and mixed by Margo Broom (Goat Girl, Fat White Family), the new project showcases an expansive push in every sonic direction; embracing the lo-fi, fuzzed out din of their Nirvana and Husker Du influences with increased abandon, while the strong pop sensibilities are more flagrant and emboldened this time around. A balancing act between grungy dance-punk, and wistful yet authentic pop, elevated by razor-sharp wit and earnest vulnerability, 2022 appears set to be the year that Big Joanie become a commonplace name in all the right circles.

Review: Appropriately titled, beguiling, cosmic-tipped, gritty stuff. No matter how long it has ever been since you got something new in from Thurston Moore it's always a pleasure, and a bold reminder of just how much the Sonic Youth hero still has to say. Not that he's particularly talkative on "Spring Swells", one of three simultaneous singles which together form a coherent body - the other two being "Three Graces: Alice Moki Jayne" and "Pollination". It's a single that's as much of an assault on the senses as it is a minutely detailed prog-rock symphony. Never really finding a groove, instead it bolts from the starting block before slamming the breaks on, transforming into a staccato whirlwind, spiralling, building, rolling and crashing through crescendos that never seem to release. Like the introduction to the most powerful gig you've never seen, it's the work of a bonafide master of arrangements, capable of conjuring genuine emotion from obscure noises.