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martedì 7 ottobre 2025

My Review + Interview: Nightbus - Passenger


Debut Album of the year 2025
+
Mancunian Album of the year 2025



 Nightbus - Passenger


A famous agglomeration that apparently lives off its past glories, given its sensational contribution in the past and the fame it has achieved, continues to be a human factory of talent and quality, which unfortunately struggles to emerge due to a thousand factors, one of which is certainly a music press that is not accustomed to considering how much new quality there is under the Mancunian sky.

We are therefore witnessing a constant waste of studies, insights and in-depth analyses that could give us a measure of the truth.

A band arrives to gather it all up, taking us on a journey through the night, chasing away dreams and deciding instead to make us scream with gloom, dragging us into reality and making us mature, enveloping us in amniotic atmospheres pregnant with electronica, dub fans, subtle trip hop outposts, dream pop impulses, electric arpeggios that wink at post-punk without being too obvious, linking musical genres together to deliver a debut album that makes us ask questions and prevents us from seeking escape in diversions, from giving ourselves completely to any form of addiction.


Recorded in Leeds with Alex Greeves as producer, this work is a strategic attempt to separate the routine of quickly absorbed but content-free songs from these twelve compositions, which are a fluid via crucis, between soft steps, dancing steps and torches to illuminate the soul but not the road...

Olive Rees (vocals and guitar), Jake Cottier (guitar and electronics) and Ben McFall (bass) are sound conjurers and diviners, investigators and scientists, illustrators of old tables in today's din, angels with subtle voices yet capable of creating veritable webs to capture the listener through hypnotic flashes.

There are several points of contact with the nineties, the subsequent strategies of an evolved song form, but the Manchester band plays on atmospheres, rarefactions, slow tempo changes, giving the instrumentation and vocals the task of being amalgam, seaweed, wind, oxygen falling on the asphalt, converting the dance floor into a mystical place where reflection is desired and necessary.

A mature, surprising, shocking, fresh album, capable of capturing youthful energy and depositing it before an adult population that will find itself having to deal with a shocking sequence of nourishing gems.


The texts are a vocabulary that seeks to appear in logic, in bold research, using images and stories as a lively lesson in English fiction, striking, equipping the attention of new antennas, tuned to a truly remarkable force. Feelings become stories, bus stops, a hug, a blanket damp with mental nakedness that induces embrace...

One touches the sensation of the heat of the equator, as well as the cold of Antarctica, as if the bus, mad, willing, capable, did not foresee any stops or even the intention to surrender. It is life itself that rises, with its stories, moving, and the trio pilot the experience of a flight without wings, inside the epicentre of the night in which the day is not allowed to appear...

Certifying the end of the past, the trio lights fires full of frost and glitter, with moody geysers tending towards grey and blue, in a seductive and harmonious combination...

The songs are full of mystery, mutilated noises and attitudinal trails towards a pop that preserves everything, making the time spent listening an absolute need for immersion and repetition, becoming a benevolent and necessary toxicity, not attributable to guilt. 

With the confirmation, after the two extraordinary singles Angles Mortz and Ascension, that what we are witnessing is an electrified tribal dance, broadened to expand the range of references, allowing the songs to transform into places, temples where prayer is replaced by a toast and perplexity: although young, Nightbus are already aware of the complexity of existence and, in doing so, in this work they draw on wisdom, the impulses that seek a more useful chaos, and guide us through a modern odyssey in which being passengers is a wonderful privilege...


Song by Song


1 - Somewhere, Nowhere

A welcoming instrumental twilight welcomes passengers aboard: hypnotic dance, hints of guitar, a killer but smooth groove opens up the night sky, and the electronic influence of the nineties leaves us with the feeling of a departure full of sweetness and melancholy. Bewitching...



2 - Angles Mortz 

One of the two singles that preceded this long-awaited debut is already a manifesto, an emotional and rational passport, with Olive's voice like a fan that encompasses hoarseness and feathers thick with tears. The dream pop approach paves the way for a dance that thrives on a very Sarah Records-style guitar loop and Ben's bass, which surrounds everything like a respectful gait but accelerates the bus journey. And it's secret delirium...


3 - False Prophet

With hints of neofolk, the subtle roar of hip hop and the elegant contortions of Black Box Recorder and Saint Etienne, the piece brings together electric and electronic waves with Olive's vocal register positioning itself beneath the clouds, while the sound beams are fragments of a jungle seeking consecration. Hypnotic...



4 - Fluoride Stare

Rarefaction, cinematic climax, asphyxia and freedom: a roar can be refined by secret textures and move smoothly as this track does, a new disturbing track, a new toxin full of stop and go, fluorescence and fog in the rain. And the journey continues, slippery and sinuous...



5 - The Void

Olive's voice becomes a welcoming temple, with ancient and diverse singers who have marked the last four decades. Measured, powerful, evocative, the guitar is a controlled lash, while the singing oscillates between guttural growls and tender expressions, with the sound envelope seeming to await a change of scenery. Reflective, astute, elegant to the last drop...


6 - Ascension

The other single confirms their original intention: an electric scent that becomes energetic, almost dreamlike, with lyrics that are instead a reflection of reality, in a sensual mix of electronic beats perfectly set between the guitar and bass...



7 - Just a Kid

 Massive Attack head to Manchester, wait for the trio to make their contributions, and do so with an almost gothic guitar, while a male crooner awaits the enchanting expressive form of Olive's singing style, which, cleverly, never arrives...



8 - Host

The moment of glory that blesses the entire work: Host is a conscious laboratory, an experiment, a roller coaster ride through noise and anticipation, with a diabolical and painful grin, a trail of petals, an ancient guitar arpeggio surrounded by an enchanting wall of slowly epileptic sounds, until Olive proves herself to be an excellent vocalist, playing with the mood of her voice and vocal registers, and the song becomes a dangerous zone where the bus risks getting lost given the tension. Sensational and masterful...


9 - Landslide

Between alternative, indie rock and dream pop, the song is a celestial dome, sending down sparks and impulses, a glow that runs with the bass and synth smiling at each other and the voice enchanting the bus windows...



10 - Renaissance

A harmonious sense of completeness induces the trio's laboratory to write a fairy tale in waiting, within slides of minimalist sounds and vocals, like a womb giving birth to new life in the dark, and the presence of Morcheeba and Tricky to bless it all...



11 - 7am

The murky soul of Nightbus emerges in the first few seconds of the song, like a sensual, treacherous dance, between guitar riffs and a buttoned-up reverb, while Olive's crooning creates a compelling monologue, awaiting the concave roar of a grated guitar...


12 - Blue In Grey

The journey does not end with the last stop: the feeling that we will travel again with everything we have experienced up to this twelfth track prevails.

Everything ends with an atmosphere that seems to say “see you tomorrow”: the band finishes, exhausting our silent roar of yet another moment of amazement. The whole thing is a game of references, of constructions in which the song form is encircled and we enjoy the tiny changes, the changes in rhythm and the absolute conviction that certain songs seem to be coats suitable for all seasons...



Interview with the band:


1. Hello Jake and Olive, thank you for your time and my sincere congratulations on your

extraordinary debut album. I would like to ask you what elements, if any, you are particularly

satisfied with and which, on the contrary, need further development.


The main accomplishment is how we managed to make so many contrasting songs sound

like they belonged together. We’d say that a big part of that was down to Alex Greaves, our

producer. He's as in tune with the project as we are and I feel like he has quite a distinct

style which glued the album together. I don’t think we have any major developments for this

album, it’s unique in the way that it has songs on there from day one and also songs from

three years later. The album in itself soundtracks the development of Nightbus, ourselves as

individuals and our creative practice. We have been playing catch up with the industry

throughout the past three years and I feel like now we’ve finally caught up.


2. In an in-depth analysis of this work, the songs appear to be connected to each other

beyond the musical genres proposed, suggesting a compelling choral atmosphere. Was this

a deliberate choice? If so, what difficulties did you encounter in its realisation?


Yeah for sure I mean even right in the pre-production stages we discussed it maybe even

being a seamless piece of work so all the songs were expected to sit in the same realm. We

talked about the colours and locations the songs represented, if it was to be a scene in a film

and what that scene would look like. Visually we created a whole alternate universe then we

started recording which is why I think it translated so well.


3. The songs present a mixture of joy, perplexity, a mature pain that does not manifest itself

with excessive emphasis, and an attitude to grasp life in spaces often overlooked by the

human mind. How much of Olive's songwriting was determined by a spontaneous and

intuitive approach, and how much by targeted and specific research?


I think the term concept album is a loose descriptor for this body of work. We kind of did it

backwards. We never intended the songs to relate to what they did but also we write in a

very honest way and it’s always about lived experiences or things subconsciously buried.

Olive -

“I like to create characters and stories to exaggerate meanings. Ultimately, they can’t

be as deep as they are if we don’t relate to them. I guess the specific research is ourselves.

We are quite emotionally intelligent so all you’ve got to do is look inward to realise there are

probably thousands of others that feel the same way”

.


4. The musical aspect of the album highlights an impressive variety of genres and historical

periods, accompanied by impeccable production. Are there any musical genres you intend to

explore in your next compositions?


Olive -

“I've written a few songs that are a bit closer to the rave scene, I've got some solid

indie pop and even western emo. Will any of them make the next album? I'm not sure, I'm

not writing for a specific purpose. I think it works best for me as I won’t overthink it because

my mentality is that no one's going to hear it”

. The next album no doubt will be another

accumulation of things we’ve been into. It’ll be a clusterfuck of genres with a Nightbus twist.

We don't know how that sounds yet but it’s coming together quite nicely.


5. Does the duo structure simplify the creative process? Is the contribution of each member

of the group more evident? To what extent do ideas undergo a transformation when they are

shared?


Olive -

“Absolutely I tend to focus primarily on lyrics and topline melodies whether that be an

obvious vocal melody or a guitar riff. Jake is more production focused and has a better

understanding of the theory side of things which is why I could never write his guitar parts.

He's well rounded and makes a solid foundation. I think my limitations are Jake's strengths

and vice versa and that’s what makes the duo so special”

. We don’t compete for parts, we

simply fill in the blanks for each other and when something's great we respect each other

creatively enough to hold our hands up and say you know what i don’t need to add anything

to that you smashed it.


6. Finally, I would like to ask you how important the live performance of this work is to you. I

would also like to ask you if there are any obstacles that could hinder its realisation. I hope

not, and in the meantime: see you here in Manchester for your gig!


The live element is extremely important. We spent three years using decks and track

because we wanted the music to suit the club / late night environments it was intended for.

It’s always been a blessing and a curse as it’s an easy medium to use however the treatment

of the track became increasingly more difficult in live sound settings as the venues varied so

much. We were literally at the mercy of the venue and sometimes the gigs just didn’t hit the

way they should. We felt the natural progression with this album campaign was to get a

drummer, it’s not an alien suggestion as we use a lot of trip hop and breakbeat on this album

anyway. We feel like it’s breathed new life and consistency into the live performance and we

are so excited to tour it ! I just hope it sonically translates in a way that people are still into it.

It has always been a debate with fans as to whether we get a drummer so I hope the ones that pushed for it are happy haha.


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

8-10-2025


https://nightbusuk.bandcamp.com/album/passenger




martedì 13 maggio 2025

My Review: Gaudi - Theremin Homage to The Smiths

 



Gaudi - Theremin Homage to The Smiths


In the bubble of time, sudden sparks often arrive to illuminate miracles.

Music lends itself to creating part of this emotional stage with instruments that go from the ordinary to the extraordinary.

The Theremin is the only one that does not need to be touched, but this does not prevent it from taking the soul and elevating it to a dimension capable of shaking.

Just like The Smiths, a sword full of mysterious dust, in continuous repose with perfection, and which finds love and devotion on the part of the Italian musician but who has been living in London for decades once again (the second, though one hopes there will be twenty more...) in the desire to pay homage to this band and bring it into a space, the only one, in which to excel: the solitude of a homage is the precise dimension where the Manchester band can establish contact with eternity.


After the approach that had delivered us five gems, here he is back with a quatern of continuous and painful obsession: there is no happiness on the Smithsian planet, but a sweet, long line of mental tombstones that can provoke sobs and moans. The Theremin is the only instrument that can give Morrissey's voice that depth that cannot be compared, given the absence of singing. In this preamble, Gaudi plays the card of measured experimentation, not wanting to affect the original versions and instead inserting particles of tiny caresses in order to manifest love with a fine, light, respectful touch that is nonetheless skilful in delving into the secrets of pieces that still seem to yearn to not reveal themselves totally.

A cry (the listening), an eternal kiss the continuous play, and the thorn in the side travels in the songs chosen by the Bolognese artist to disinfect the wound on one side and to create new furrows of suffering on the other.

Here is astonishment and alienation, history and images find a new direction: not only the theremin, but also the other instruments come down from their usual zone and bow down, declaring their obstinate propensity for sound care, for a homage that marks in manifest will the distance from a cover. And they all succeed, sowing emotion and allowing the beauty of these poignant approaches to become, suddenly, new poems on Manchester sky...


One finds oneself in a huge hall, inside one's own thoughts, with poetic lanes to raise the beats, to touch miracles and make tears kneel: this homage is a smile from the sky on a rainy day, and the 1980s, so pregnant with rubbish and mediocrity, have found with the Mancunian group a revenge, a question and an answer that travels in silence. What happens is that those songs here retain a sound stuffed with dust and thorns, to scatter fears and direct them as new opportunities. 

Mr Lev Sergeevic Termen has found a way to give the instrument the possibility of becoming a vision, a sound film not forced to touch but to become a jolt that, starting from the temples, quickly reaches the heart and, without a doubt, those are the territories of the Smithsian planet.

There are electromagnetic fields even in a thank you, in a homage that makes the past shine inside the bubble I mentioned at the beginning. The details come out shy, almost hidden, yet never stuttering: Gaudi's respect is a powerful tidal wave that does not seek to glide over our territories but, rather, wants to define a private space that can have a unique access.


Obstacles create a patina of challenge that Gaudi brings to rest with the careful study of dynamics, harmonisation, all, of course, mixed with a devotion that becomes a complex floral zone of the soul. 

The project also consists of a special dedication: recognising the importance of Andy Rourke who tragically took his bass guitar to walk the heavenly paths. 

Moreover: the tribute comes out on 14 May, forty years after the Smiths' only Italian concert, which saw the Italian artist in the front row immersed in the joy that is still unscratched

Time becomes a bridge made of books, of walks, of descents into the refined desolation of the choice of an almost obligatory solitude to cleanse, in places, one's own existence.

Nine defeats, nine rebellions, nine instances within the rooms of the chest, to make the infinite a daily resource.


Morrissey's voice, with the Theremin, becomes a more musically polite stream, closer to perfection, and the real outrageous act is that, when the instrument decides to make only partial reference, a truly astonishing interpretative lane opens up.

The primitive state of emotion is reached, the disturbance appearing as therapy and escape, to create emotional craters capable of protecting enchantment and miracle.

Breathlessness in search of a light, aggression that finds ecstasy, and the voice of a divinity ends up in Gaudi's sensual and precise movements, to hurl helplessness into the basin of ultimate wholeness.

Remaining breathless leads us to a conscious coma, the most lethal of all, without however taking away the vision of a world, the Smithsian one, still able, more than forty years later, to unleash originality and magnificence: to be a precise and capable homage, the study was not only on the songs but on the history of this band, the only one that pushed the man Gaudi to begin his artistic existence

Let us delve and lose ourselves for good in the melancholy that makes us perfect ...



Song by Song


1 - Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me


First rose.

The fog descends, the flight of the seagulls is filled with bitter liquids in the eyes and the devastating piano welcomes the Theremin that, as we note and notice from the beginning, also participates in the musical part. And it is undeniable that this delicate antenna breaks our breath and brings us the same tears as those birds. It is heartbreaking, the child of a free-falling abyss. Gaudi, supported by sublime gift companions, gives the song all the meaning while Morrissey cries with us...


2 - Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want


Second rose.

Where everything seems to lighten up because of Johnny Marr's incredible talent, Gaudi enriches the sinuosity of this rose with small, almost veiled arrangements. The Theremin gives us Morrissey's voice, without vocal cords but with veins full of blood, walking on the dew of a desire that wants to be fulfilled. The oscillations are simply emotional states in fervid exhibition.



3 - I Started Something I Couldn't Finish


Third rose.

The sound of the guitar, the impetus of the bass, the robust fall of the guitar precede the flying notes of a handless voice, to fix a sequence of chords that makes melancholy a smile that fights, nimbly, the awareness of the inconclusiveness of existence...

One remains almost totally faithful to the original, but with the distinct sensation of a palette of colours that fix ancient history with the new sonic propensity of the present...



4 -  I Know It’s Over


Fourth rose.

With this gift, the queen of marginalisation, of incomprehension, of the fiercest solitude, becomes a wave that rises into the sky, a devastating whirlwind. Gaudi has grasped its depth, has by no means diminished its intensity and grants us the beauty of an embrace wet with pain and petals in free fall. The Theremin, which replaces Morrissey's vocals, uses the beating of the wings of those drops in flight to stop our hearts...




5 - Shoplifters Of The World Unite 


Fifth  rose.

Here come the novelties, condensed but not compressed, nimble wings on a layering that operates in a refined context and moves to probe the soul of a song that saw the Manchester quartet's structural framework change. Marr's skill here finds a different power, while Morrissey's singing becomes sly and allusive. The Theremin visits the concept of the song and the musicians show character in making the chord succession more lucid. The attack is a liturgy, a bow in which the bass and violin challenge the guitar, while the driving instrument takes us into the vocal chords of an intuition that sequesters truth...



6 - Well I Wonder


Sixth rose.

Please bring oxygen and the courage to live: Well I Wonder, in the hands of Theremin, is a portable heart attack which crosses the body to paralyse it. It is no longer an antenna, no longer Gaudi's palms and fingers that translate but make real our struggle with the air that abandons us, shatters us, shows us the way out of this existence. 

The talent here becomes uncontrollable and these sound waves go beyond human comprehension: they dilate the steps and it is impossible not to remember this rose that, as we walk, buries our strength since the knees buckle.

And the final act of what we are is listening to a flower which was born on 20 May 1982 and that forty years later is still alive, because its light will never go out…



7 - Girlfriend In A Coma


Seventh rose.

The apparent lightness of sound contrasts with the lyrics, in a murderous bond that terrifies and isolates. Gaudi offers a visionary plan of the song by landing the whole thing in the classical arrangement, where it has always been, but the then modernity of the Smiths did not allow a glimpse of the complexity of the contrasts. The interplay of the strings becomes the perfect strategy to convey, in fullness and fluency, the tragedy of this sublime story…



8 - Asleep


Eighth rose.

The lump in the throat buries any attempt to achieve happiness: Gaudi puts forty years of devotion between his fingers and all this leads us into the night dust of nervous and selfish blinks. The Smiths' song here enhances the lyrics and makes the music a merino wool blanket, careful not to let us feel temperature changes in a heart busy trembling.



9 - What Difference Does It Makes


Ninth rose.

The perfect position of what must not be smudged is always the last track. Here the Bolognese artist surpasses himself, yielding to the courtship of the guitars, to an intriguing and ancient melody, placing the surprise of slightly touching the song's structural framework, giving the Theremin the freedom to carry Morrissey's singing into the angelic space of a despair that can get lost in the clouds. The high register overcomes the falsetto and falls into that whitish cotton in the corridors of the sky to make this splendid song the testament, the colourful fresco of a tribute that here finds the unique and necessary space in which to display both the band's and Gaudi's qualities, to testify to the collectivity of artistic making.

The farewell is a shot: between arpeggios, rolls and whiplash, the delirium comes to establish what really makes the difference…


Alex Dematteis

Musicshockworld

Salford

13th May 2025


https://lnk.to/homagethesmiths


From midnight the links will be active, for pre-saving (Spotify and Apple Music), and for downloading on Bandcamp


 

My Review + Interview: Nightbus - Passenger

Debut Album of the year 2025 + Mancunian Album of the year 2025   Nightbus - Passenger A famous agglomeration that apparently lives off its ...