Ghost Limb
Sometimes it’s difficult to understand exactly why we live in a world where genre is such a predominant consideration.
Like many others, it’s not occurred to me to premeditate all my record buying. I generally like to casually peruse a store: have a purchasing ponder, a quiet consideration, a vinyl vs disc dilemma. In fact, the only place I rush is home, to ascertain whether newly procured record-in-hand lives up to all expectation. But to be reductive: efficiency triumphs and the genre riddled record shop remains. Without the ‘locate indie here’ directive I may find myself fumbling through a dub step section; and that people, is a place I never wish to be.
We procrastinate, but the point is poignant enough: I don’t know where Emily Wolfe should be placed within our label loving social scenario. The genre dilemma is readily avoided in worldwide webspace. We can attach many a tag to the track, but ultimately new release Ghost Limb is an accolade to authentic sentiment and subject. Emily Wolfe is considerably honest, and if we were all honest all of the time, we definitely wouldn’t sound the same on any two days. So if you’re relying on Emily Wolfe’s previous release Swoon for direction, look away now.
(Disclaimer: For those of you whose heads are swimming with questions like ‘is she really indie though?’ we are succumbing to the social norm and will attempt to categorise).
Ghost Limb (released October 7th) is a starkly haunting and head turning effort, combining the straight forward matter of classic rock, with something a bit more sultry. Featuring the sort of raw riff the mid-nineties would be proud of, Ghost Limb resonates with palpable passion. Whilst the subject matter speaks to the perils of consumerist society, there’s a grabbing grittiness lurking beneath the unblemished but believable vocal.
Save the pop passé stamp, this is a more vintage rock, meets femme sincerity, sort of affair.
