Hope Of The States, Fibbers
Not even the most exaggerated of hyperbole could have prepared us for this. In a blaze of flickering images and a shock-wave of mind-shatteringly awesome music, Hope of the States announce themselves to Fibbers in a manner truly befitting their rapidly accelerating status as the best new band in Britain.
Resplendent in military jackets and looking fresh out of art college, HOTS, complete with violists and projectionists, take the soul-swelling soundscapes of Sigur Ros and Godspeed! and shrink-wrap them into Radiohead-bullying five minute nuggets of pure gold.
In the close confines of this dingy little venue, for any band, let alone one so fresh, to create songs with a scale and beauty so vast they could fill the room several times over is astonishing. It’s difficult to tell what will burst first, your heart or your eardrums.
Front-man Sam Herlihy’s voice occasionally wavers under the strain of carrying the other five’s music, but as an accompaniment to the armageddon that HOTS create, it provides a fragility which seems perfectly placed. An out-of-this-world experience, with a fallible humanity thrown in for the ride. Long may their star rise.
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