You can’t get too close, You can’t walk away
You’re caught in the threshold,
You’re stuck in the grey
Between right and wrong there’s a sacred place,
To suffer the consequences is to know his grace
Dublin post-punks Scattered Ashes unleash news of a new offering: Parallel Lines (via the Fatal Vision label). The three-track EP sees the Irish quartet stepping out of the shadows with a clutch of new material, plus a maverick reimagination of Love Is Not An Option by Soft Boy Record’s Wastefellow.
The Irish quartet ranges in influence from Brutalism to classic punk, matching aggressive sonic textures with a strict sense of space, created by urgent guitar stylings and prophetic vocals. From the abstract to the oppressive, the band defies expectations in their bid to take post-punk back to its murkier roots. Written in April 2020, the songs were recorded and mixed in Darklands Audio Dublin City with Dan Doherty (Fontaines D.C), before mastering by Pete Maher (U2, Echo & The Bunnymen).
As glowering as it is abrasive, Parallel Lines, with Rob’s deathly baritone, meditates upon the finite: a brooding paean to faith, doubt and reason, that takes no prisoners. Funneling renegade ferocity and stark intensity, the band channels the likes of Interpol, Joy Division, Bauhaus, and Gang of Four. Parallel Lines finds Scattered Ashes in ruthless, incisive form.
“We wanted to release a real statement of intent with this EP,” says Rob. “Art above all else is what binds us together…we have crafted something that portrays loss, love, and doubt whilst maintaining its vigour of spirit. This is an insight into the world we inhabit.”
Watch the video for Parallel Lines below:
Stream the album here:
Available digitally on all services, the EP will also be available as a special limited blood-red 12” vinyl. Order the record here.
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