From the misted moor tops of Hebden Bridge, the sullen alleys of Manchester and on to black box sweat pits of the wider UK, tipped and troubled punk/moodscape band, splint uncouple from touring’s long train to release their latest single – Awaiting Hills. The third single to be released with influential incubator, Nice Swan Records, the skin-tight, wiry-riffed, gritty verse-throwing track finds journal-scribbling talisman, Jake Bogacki, finding his true voice. One bearing the scrapes and scars of nicotine and nocturnal misadventure.
Relentless. Awaiting Hills’ tumble from the top of the stairs to the bottom lands on listeners in a heap of Tom Verlaine-indebted peals of direct, ear-piercing, guitar lines and percussion drawn from the heated core of primal, human beats of war and want. Fractious and fractured, splint’s existence rolls on apparition-like with a cast of changing actors, with Bogacki’s in-blood-scribbled, profound words and coarse delivery drawing increasing, however uneasy, parallels with Joy Division and pomp-era The Walkmen.
Bogacki reluctantly says: “The portrait of ‘Awaiting Hills’ is reflective and meaningless, creating an idea of magnitude from the ordinary. Self-expression isn’t something that necessarily has to be dissected. It takes the realness and meaning from a moment that’s now only a song. It’s for someone else to find meaning.”
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