Narnack
SAVANTS - New Junk City LP
$37.95
Gatefold sleeve.
Highly recommended.
Existing mainly in the underground Brooklyn scene since 2013, Savants have re-emerged after 2 years of preparing their debut studio album. The album explores the exit from the quaking, dystopian metropolis of New Junk City. Savants invite the listener in while simultaneously instigating a mass exodus from the clutches of a city on the brink of ruin. Transfixed with the studio and experimentation, Savants have abandoned the lo fi recordings of the past for an odyssey into a new metropolitan soundtrack. The neon sweeps, the gravel croons, the galvanized masses become your engine. We now ask you to take that first step towards... Exodus.
“Urban City Living” says it all, really. “It’s 5:30 am and I’m walking to work/It’s 4:30 am and I’m ironing my shirt/It’s 3:30 am and I’m lying awake.” With the rat race this bad, popping a pill to cope just becomes muscle memory while each day bleeds into a low-grade misery. “We are the inmates/We are the gods,” sings the band, before declaring, “Urban city living shouldn’t be this hard.”
Highly recommended.
Existing mainly in the underground Brooklyn scene since 2013, Savants have re-emerged after 2 years of preparing their debut studio album. The album explores the exit from the quaking, dystopian metropolis of New Junk City. Savants invite the listener in while simultaneously instigating a mass exodus from the clutches of a city on the brink of ruin. Transfixed with the studio and experimentation, Savants have abandoned the lo fi recordings of the past for an odyssey into a new metropolitan soundtrack. The neon sweeps, the gravel croons, the galvanized masses become your engine. We now ask you to take that first step towards... Exodus.
“Urban City Living” says it all, really. “It’s 5:30 am and I’m walking to work/It’s 4:30 am and I’m ironing my shirt/It’s 3:30 am and I’m lying awake.” With the rat race this bad, popping a pill to cope just becomes muscle memory while each day bleeds into a low-grade misery. “We are the inmates/We are the gods,” sings the band, before declaring, “Urban city living shouldn’t be this hard.”
