All My Friends by Get Inuit

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Riding the slipstream of their blistering Live at Leeds set last weekend, Get Inuit have dropped a new single.


The track, All My Friends, slips neatly into their ever-growing repertoire of sun-bleached pop hits with dark, humorous lyrics.


Like their bright white, peppy-designed merchandise tees with slogans like ‘We’re All Going to Hell’, All My Friends neatly weds the uplifting with the morose, making for a thoroughly tongue-in-cheek result.


At face value, the single, with its bright orange stripe and attractive block capitals, is friendly and inviting. Just ten seconds in, it’s clear this is not the case, as frontman Jamie Glass sings: “all my friends are dead.”


This theme of wasted youth continues, with self-confessed politico Jamie (who recently posted a comical video imploring fans to vote in the upcoming election) taking aim at contemporaries who “married young” and “bought a home via mortgage loan.” 


Bright guitars, a consistent bass line and a drumbeat that begs for a teenaged mosh pit lift Glass’ cynical words on a saccharine cloud of pure indie pop. 


The track premiered on Huw Stephens’ Radio 1 show this Bank Holiday Monday and is available to stream and purchase today.


Get Inuit play Dingwalls on May 25th. 


The Big Moon at Village Underground: “Everyone’s Birthday at Once.”

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Juliette Jackson is one of the UK’s most exciting songwriters of the moment. For this reason, seeing her up on stage with her sisters in arms, Celia Archer, Soph Nathan and Fern Ford a.k.a The Big Moon, is a thrill.

Also, irresistibly, she’s wearing a plastic tiara.

It’s 9.45pm and Shoreditch’s Village Underground is teeming. It’s the final date at the end of a roaringly successful tour for The Big Moon’s recently released LP Love in the 4th Dimension, a tour that has “maybe been the best of our life.”

“I’m so over-excited,” Juliette greets us as the band bounce – almost literally – on stage.
Celia (bass and vocals) accounts for their effervescence; palpable even for a band known for its elated performances: “we’ve been fizzing all day; it feels like everyone’s birthday at the same time!”

Well that accounts for the tiara.

The crowd – many of them slurping from Coke cans – churn with a similar giddiness as though each one had been issued a personal invite and a slice of birthday cake.

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This feeling of intimacy permeates the entire show: a great feat considering the vaulted ceilings and bare brick walls. Though I’m near the back, I feel close to the band, as though if I reached out, I’d be able to touch the riffs as they zig-zag through the air and smooth my hands along the “oohs” and “aahhs” (of which there are plenty).
This is, in part, due to the irresistible sing-ability of The Big Moon’s small but mighty perfect repertoire. Silent Movie Susie kicks off the festivities, a perfect match to the purple vinyl I’ve been spinning in my room since the 7th April. From here, The Big Moon go from strength to strength. ‘New Year’s Eve’ melts effortlessly into ‘The Road’, which precedes ‘Cupid’ (“one of our favourites” says Juliette).
They skitter and sigh through go-to cover ‘Beautiful Stranger’ by Madonna, giving it that irresistible nineties riot grrrl kick with sweet verses that give way to a crashing chorus. Through it all, a smartly-co-ordinated light show gives the giant glow-in-the-dark moon backdrop a little something extra. At times, white lights shine directly onto the girls’ backs, giving their silhouettes a dark side of the moon effect. At others, purple dominates, echoing the plastic of their special edition vinyl release.
The Big Moon reach their zenith at the close of the show with ‘Formidable’, ‘Bonfire’ and ‘Sucker’. Someone standing behind me on the metal stairs whispers, almost tearfully, that the former is “such a girls’ anthem.” And indeed, the sound of a hundred girls echoing Jules’ “Hi, I’m not invisible” is enough to make me agree.
Special for its atmosphere, special for the connection between crowd and band, but special, most of all, for those perfectly-written, hedonistically-played songs, The Big Moon’s night at Village Underground feels like everyone’s birthday alright. But especially theirs.

This article originally appeared on Smashed Vinyl.