Three mammals in a basement lounge taking turns to look hungrily at white-socked feet through a lopsided crack in the ceiling.
A neutral/nocturnal pop group happiest when fed and cleaned by forces from above, half-lit by the sounds of a vacuum choir in the ether.
Hot, sick and fragile, they do what they can with their nubile instruments, though sometimes it doesn’t produce the results they want.
The latest signing to Wichita Recordings, and one of only two acts ever signed to the label as the result of an unsolicited demo email (theirs is available for viewing upon request).
The band said the following:
"He hung skinny in the basement for a week or two. Didn’t go outside. Blindsided by vacuous jump cuts, i guess. I dunno, i didn’t ask him. He had a nice face and slow hair. You know, the kind that gradually primps itself upon exiting the folds of a dirty pillow. Great body too. Huh. Played guitar a bit, probably better at bass. Not a bad drummer. Wore old t shirts and a selection of European tracksuit bottoms. Yeah, yeah. Don’t shoot. There were two other kids too, I mean, they could have been older. Some chick, no, uh, guy. Sung a lot. Probably sung more than spoke. Recorded thousands of hours of this stuff in a loft. Something about “the great leveller”. Pretty spurious. That other guy, though? Nice and tan. Power in his wrists. Good record collection, if that matters. Sugar-moulded face before he hit the showers with the rest of them."
The three tracks found on the KIM EP are your introduction to the weird and wonderful world of Scent. There is much more to follow. Soon.