Snapped Ankles - Come Play The Trees
When the city starts to encroach on the forest, nature will find a way to reclaim what
is rightfully hers.
Snapped Ankles come as messengers.
On debut album Come Play The Trees they hold a mirror up to us.
Theyâre here to plant the seed.
Theyâre here to have a good time, but never at the expense of their natural habitat.
Snapped Ankles have emerged from the woods clutching an album that feels simultaneously modern and ancient.
This is what dance music will sounds like when computers finally fail us.
Log synths, bass guitar and sticks on taut animal skin coalesce to form fearsome primal rhythms. Fuzz guitars rubbing up against dirty rolling arpeggiated synthesisers to ignite wild white noise fires.
Forest folklore passed down through generations, has made its way onto the tracks.
Subjects veer from dystopian futures to railing against Swedish flat-pack furniture, from the films of Jean-Luc Godard and Andrei Tarkovsky to throwaway YouTube comments.
High art and cultural detritus are all fair game - a brave new world indeed.
This is Snapped Ankles debut album.
Since relocating to bohemian East London, the woodwose have integrated seamlessly into the creative firmament, setting up camp at the Total Refreshment Centre.
The videos for singles âJonny Guitar Calling Gosta Berlinâ and âI Want My Minutes Backâ offer a glimpse into the off-kilter art-house minds of Snapped Ankles and display a certain preoccupation with spaghetti.
A dish best served live: wildmen dressed in ghillie suits coaxing unholy noise from a forest of logs, wires, drums and guitars.
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When the city starts to encroach on the forest, nature will find a way to reclaim what
is rightfully hers.
Snapped Ankles come as messengers.
On debut album Come Play The Trees they hold a mirror up to us.
Theyâre here to plant the seed.
Theyâre here to have a good time, but never at the expense of their natural habitat.
Snapped Ankles have emerged from the woods clutching an album that feels simultaneously modern and ancient.
This is what dance music will sounds like when computers finally fail us.
Log synths, bass guitar and sticks on taut animal skin coalesce to form fearsome primal rhythms. Fuzz guitars rubbing up against dirty rolling arpeggiated synthesisers to ignite wild white noise fires.
Forest folklore passed down through generations, has made its way onto the tracks.
Subjects veer from dystopian futures to railing against Swedish flat-pack furniture, from the films of Jean-Luc Godard and Andrei Tarkovsky to throwaway YouTube comments.
High art and cultural detritus are all fair game - a brave new world indeed.
This is Snapped Ankles debut album.
Since relocating to bohemian East London, the woodwose have integrated seamlessly into the creative firmament, setting up camp at the Total Refreshment Centre.
The videos for singles âJonny Guitar Calling Gosta Berlinâ and âI Want My Minutes Backâ offer a glimpse into the off-kilter art-house minds of Snapped Ankles and display a certain preoccupation with spaghetti.
A dish best served live: wildmen dressed in ghillie suits coaxing unholy noise from a forest of logs, wires, drums and guitars.
