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Released: 17th July 2020
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Silverbacks are a 5-piece band from Dublin, Ireland. Taking their cues from the taut rhythms and urgent drive of late 70s punk and the discordant, unpredictable freak-outs of NYC no wave, they craft a signature sound spiked with triple guitar riffs, a motorik rhythm section and on-the-pulse lyrics.
Debut album Fad represents the sound of a band trying to make sense of a noisy and disjointed world - one that competes for your attention at every turn. For them, it has come to be a symbol of what it feels like to try and absorb the world through both fleeting moments in front of screens, and prolonged obsessive periods filled with focus. They pull apart pop-culture in search of new meaning, whether it’s a nod to The Simpsons (Fad 95), imagining a lost John Hughes film (Klub Silberrücken), spiralling downwards into youtube deep-dives (Pink Tide), or making sense of youth culture through The Urban Dictionary (Grinning At The Lid). Much in the same way that modern life can be defined by its unpredictability, Silverbacks colourful, vivid and exuberant songs dismantle their source material and end up in places that you don’t think they will.
It can be heard in the spidering guitar lines of opening track Dunkirk, or Pink Tide’s Thin Lizzy-aping riffery, Fad 95’s overt Pavement influence, Up The Nurses’ Blondie injection or Last Orders’ The Fall-inspired tale of escapism. Grinning At The Lid’s huge gang vocal chorus even recalls New Fellas-era The Cribs. Elsewhere Just In The Band draws on tales of Bowie and Iggy Pop’s friendship, and Muted Gold – having sprouted from a time spent practising Afrobeat and highlife guitar techniques – shines a light on situations in which women are continually inundated with unsolicited advice.
All over Fad are the fingerprints of a band clawing their way through the remains of the day, seeing what there is to uncover.