bdrmm, out of Hull, the room where you sleep, without any vowels, are back. New album I Don't Know, following 2020's eponymous effort, (though that had vowels in its title), twists Shoegaze and slightly gloomy New Wave into fresh, dark, but poppy shapes.
So Cure meets Slowdive and Reading somewhere in Humberside. This stuff, born in the Home Counties at the end of the Seventies and Eighties, relocates almost seamlessly to one of the most cut off parts of England and the 2020s. It's forty minutes of kohl eyed ennui. Just like they used to make them.
Sitting on a park bench with your sad mate, a well thumbed Penguin classic in your coat pocket smoking roll ups from a tin, discussing the essential meaningless of existence. bdrmm know the lines of their script well and stick to them. Someone, somewhere is turning sixteen any time now and will embrace their gloomy theatrics with a clammy hug
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