Hi. Hello. Bonjour. How are you today? Good? Cool.
Today we’re premiering Soma Sons new single, IO. Not 10, you fool. IO!
From Manchester, these alt-rockers are too friendly. Perverts. Sorry, not the band-members, I’m referring to their music. It’s dirty in a kinky way. You won’t want a shower after listening to IO; you’ll want a mud bath instead. I think it’s Matt McGoldrick’s vocals; vicious at times, smoothing at others. You’ll feel his voice translation from massaging your brain to slapping your arse. Mmmm. Sorry, got a bit carried away there.
Then there’s guitarist Brad Dylan. What can I say about Bob Dylan? Wrong guy? Shit, I mean Brad, not Bob. Well, Brad’s a master at his talent too. The notes throughout IO slither in and out your ears. It’s a weird experience, but you’ll get addicted to the feeling. I am. It’s become an issue in my life. My wife found me shaking side to side in the loft listening to IO. I’m going to rehab next week. I blame Soma Sons, you talented bastards.
We can’t finish this review without giving a special mention to Benedict Rhodes (bass) and James Burlison (drums). These lads are anything but quiet. They push their way to the front on numerous occasions. That’s what I like about Soma Sons. Every member of the band contributes to the cause, which is to make great music you’ll want to listen to again and again. Now inject IO into my brain, please. Thanks.