You can always count on a band like “Furrowed Brow” to drop music that knows no bounds, which separates themselves from any of their contemporaries, even the ones that might welcome them with open arms. Why does this work in their favor? Well, they’re uncompromisingly themselves, less worried about building their “brand,” and more focused on exploring their endless wit and inventiveness comprised of sardonicism and commentary on the absurdity of our species. Their new single “The Endless Shouting Tomorrows” delves further into what makes them so enticing without straying into monotony. In fact, this is by far the most concerned the band have sounded viewing modern living through an isolated lens, but in doing this, the band maintain that element of dark humor that’s oh so delicious to feast on. You can listen to “The Endless Shouting Tomorrows” below:
With an infinite supply of wit and a sardonic sense of humor, Manchester’s own “Furrowed Brow” have returned with yet another new track that is both undeniably catchy and deliciously cynical. “Pissing Superfluous” will have your foot tapping and head bobbing while you ask yourself “Are they insulting me?” You can listen to “Pissing Superfluous” below:
Artist: Furrowed Brow
EP: Dead Dead Dead Still Digging
Genre: Post-Punk/Art Rock/Indie Rock
Label: Notes From Underground
With an infinite supply of wit and a deliciously sardonic sense of humor, Manchester band “Furrowed Brow” have given us their debut E.P. Dead Dead Dead Still Digging. Is this a gift, or a curse? Well, are you fluent in sarcasm? Can you handle lyrical content expressed from the point of view of someone who is being both cynical and ironically hopeful while they lay the absurdity of us humans flat out on the table? Can you handle the idea that the listener, myself included might completely misinterpret their music while the meaning goes over our witless heads? Can you handle the idea that you might delve too far into the lyrical content to decipher meanings that might not even be there? If this is confusing to you, then I can assume you’re not interested. Carry on. If an unclassifiable combination of Punk with glamour, a brazen humor, colorful synths that evoke the spirit of bands such as Magazine or Live at the Witch Trials era The Fall, strong Manchester lingo, and a vocal delivery glamorously rambled like Mark E. Smith with glitter, then this is an album for you. This music has no boundaries, and yet, it’s not shock for shock’s sake. There is a method to their madness. There is a reason why they made a track like “Killed Myself and the Kids” so damn catchy to the point where it’ll have you walking around singing along to the chorus for days while people raise their eyebrows at you, (I wouldn’t recommend doing that) and it’s up to you to find the reasons why. As for me, I see them as a fearless and refreshing band that brings a relentless bite back to Rock & Roll. A band as intelligent as they are appreciative in comedy while they analyze the human condition in a cleverly satirical way instead of waving their fingers at us. They’re classy, but not afraid to rough us up a bit, and that’s a juxtaposition you don’t usually see in contemporary music. I’m excited, but I also feel a little insulted, and I love it.
Written By: Steven Sandoval