I glance over the press release for The Sinner and think about how bloody cheeky and mischievous that title is. Go and sit on the naughty step, Sacropolis, and think about calling your song something more pleasant next time like The Nice Tune or Well, Now That Is Lovely.
Seriously though, what a name. I immediately expect a death metal jam and pull my trousers down, mooning passing motorists while screaming maniacally about rebellion. I hear a car skid and a collision as I hit play on the track. Hang on a moment, what the shit is this? The Sinner is beautiful, calming and graceful music hinting towards themes of regret and redemption. The opening guitar riff introduces us to the contemplative subject matter, and I feel bad for my bottom baring antics, shutting the bedroom curtains.
As I sit in the dark, mesmerised by The Sinner, I smile and think about how this is the best part about working for Independent Music News. I get to hear some fantastic bands, and Sacropolis are no exception. The Sinner rocks you back and forth emotionally like some spiritual rocking chair. One minute, you’ll appreciate the guitar-led instrumentation and singing voice, mashing together like a fantastically flavoursome smoothie, the next, you’ll be sat in a puddle of tears, reminiscing about lost friendships and missed opportunities.
The Sinner could be a closing track to an emotional episode of a popular TV show, that song you hear on the radio all the time or that comforting blanket of sound that you wrap yourself in. I’m loving The Sinner, so if you’re looking for an apology for brown-nosing, you can piss off. It’s out now, treat yourself and give it a listen.
