And just like that…
Them There proudly announces the release of the debut album ‘Bleach’ from Salford based post-pop experimentalists Hyperdawn.
LP & DIGI Due 18/10/2019
“Despite the brilliantly murky production, the star of the record is definitely Bunny Hoova’s vocals. Her attitude, and anger, and sadness, and seductive whisper – it’s an impeccable document of the contorted mix of hope and despair that defines being young in Britain in 2019. These are late night headphone sing alongs that are as hard to hold on to as fog – which only makes them all the more tempting to stick on a loop.” – Tristan Bath
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Out Now LTD BLUE VINYL/TAPE/DL
Bunny Hoova ‘LONGING’
Listen & Buy: http://bitly.ws/4t6g
VV excited to announce that bunny hoova‘s debut is now available worldwide. 13 tracks of positively perplexing pop, detuned to perfection. Experimental pop songs at their most seductive.
Huge thanks to everyone that has supported so far. This record really means a lot to the label we hope you love it like we do. Try before you buy on Spotify today.
Bunny Hoova is releasing album Longing via Preston’s Them There Records on July 26, with preview track ‘Lazy_Easy’ premiering on AQNB today. The Rotterdam-born, Manchester-based musician produces the kind of garage-influenced avant-pop and broken-down soul similar to artists like Micachu and Tirzah, whom she’s also supported on stage.
“Domestic scenes, isolated farces, all told/sung against an ever-shifting backdrop of spartan beats, sludgy guitar work, and heat-treated samples. Cassette plastic melts into air. First things first, though, as “MINE” offers an audiovisual window into LONGING’s cosy interior. It’s a languid jam that, appropriately enough, roughly approximates a sea breeze on a sweltering day, with an airiness that is necessarily accompanied by a pervasive weight. Aftersun on that hard-to-reach burn. Real yin-yang shit”
FINALLY! The bunny is out of the bag…
Directed by Rena Matsunaga Sogunro and Bunny herself
“The resulting 15 sideward glances form a tapestry of vagrant miniatures, each pulling in its own direction, navigating the concrète jungle on their own terms: flashes of serendipity (the “A” triptych), nouveau-“Folk Music,” and post-industrial drum loops all form the murky patchwork.”