Silver Synthetic’s debut EP “Out of the Darkness” out now! Stream it here: orcd.co/silversynthetic
Directed and Edited by: Conner Reever and Sam Aguirre-Kelly
Audio Playback & Lights: Jonathan Parish
Special Guest Quintron as Johnny Wünder
In the midst of the thick New Orleans summer of 2017, Chris Lyons of garage punks Bottomfeeders found himself sitting on a small batch of songs that didn’t quite fit the fuzzed-out pileups of that band. The new songs were more chiming, driving but relaxed, full of little corners begging to be filled with classic pop harmonies. Bottomfeeders drummer Lucas Bogner, bassist Pete Campanelli, and Kunal Prakash (Jeff the Brotherhood) dug the songs and signed on, and the quartet started playing in earnest, hunkering down in the practice space. By the time the band played its first gig in late 2018 at the opening of Nola’s ManRay Records, the songs had multiplied and the members of the newly christened Silver Synthetic had become genuine rock& roll craftsmen. Their Out of the Darkness EP makes it clear that that time spent living in these songs was worth it. Silver Synthetic boogie.
It makes sense that the band’s first gig was in a record shop ‘cause folks, this is record nerd-core in a major way, evocative of the LP’s first golden era, as the late sixties melted into the 1970s. It’s about warmth, and you can practically smell the heat coming off glowing amptubes listening to “Anyway I Can,” with its T Rex-y stomp, or the Loaded-era VU invocation of“Unchain Your Heart.” Loose but directional, the sterling “Making Time” feels a little like RichardLloyd and Tom Verlaine wandered into a Kinks session. And that killer title track, which opens with a glorious krautrock buildup before settling into sunshine pop bliss. “Out of the darkness/into the light/there’s a deadly desire/Oh I wanna get you alone.”
While many of their peers would be lost without their daisy-chained and tangled pedal-boards, there’s a refreshing directness here, unassuming but confident, the result of a band deliberately not fussing too much over the thing, maintaining a connection to the feeling of hearing a well balanced two-guitar/bass/drums combo at a house show. Right up close, the smell of a domestic knocked over on a carpet wafting, the cheap PA redeemed by the purity of the moment.
(C) Third Man Records, 2020