Name: Springtime
Brand: Springtime

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Bonus disc: No

Catalogue number

JNR386cd

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Format Music US

Limited edition

Release date

2021-11-05

Signed copies

Signed copies: No

Supplier US

Secre­tly

Tax rate US

Sales:8.875

UPC / Barcode

602309893699

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1 / CD / Extended format: No / Rough Trade Exclusive: No / Signed copies: No

JNR386lp-C1

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Clear Vinyl

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Extended format: Yes

2022-03-18

602309893682

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1 / Extended format: Yes / LP / Rough Trade Exclusive: No / Signed copies: No / clear

Artist

Springtime

Genre US

Rock-Pop

Label US

Joyful Noise Recordings

<p>Springtime was a short-lived Austrian Pop Rock Band. Their first single "Mr.Captain" achieved chart success, but subsequent recordings did not reach the same level of popularity. In 1978, they represented Austria at the Eurovision's song contest before ultimately disbanding.</p>

As the world continues to plunge into a fiery blaze of calamity, the Southern Hemisphere’s air warms, its leaves glow green, and the damp earth jolts awake. Springtime is coming to Australia, and it will be ushered in by three sonic shamans who are no strangers to our ears. Gareth Liddiard (Tropical Fuck Storm / The Drones), Jim White (Dirty Three / Xylouris White) and Chris Abrahams (The Necks) are Springtime—a new endeavor that is as much a tonal experiment as it isa meditation on modern-day absurdity.

Springtime’s self-titled debut combines free jazz, poignant lyricism crafted alongside renowned Irish poet Ian Duhig -- aka Gareth Liddiard’s uncle-- and improvisation to craft austere portraits of a world paralyzed by shell shock. It’s as monstrously ravishing as it is clumsy in its elegance. Words run into each other with little regard for one another’s injuries. There are sounds which come out of nothingness to wallop and brutalize their fellow sounds. The live recording of Will Oldham’s “West Palm Beach” is treated with love and respect and would certainly be met with open arms by its author.

Across the span of seven tracks, Liddiard incants with wild-eyed fury as White and Abrahams lay down stuttering strings, fizzling electronics, and feathery piano melodies. It is within these raving abstractions that one may find an answer to the enduring question, “What fresh hell will this new season bring?”

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