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They say that environmental factors affect you in some ways; which points the finger at Falmouth foursome The Black Tambourines, who are famed for their surf-punk and D.I.Y ethos. With just a small following, the band have Glastonbury, Isle of Wight and The Great Escape festivals under their belt; the latter of which they quite literally ‘rocked up’, playing an unofficial guerrilla gig from the back of their van. Not to mention their eponymous debut that dropped in 2013, or the immediate sell-out of this year’s Record Store Day release. But is it any wonder that a band with an already glistening reputation are attracting the attention of more and more people?

‘I Wanna Stay Away’, a track known to several, opens the LP, aptly titled ‘Freedom’, with riffs bouncing off one another, almost as if the swashing of waves on the Cornish Coast can be heard. Ditch Venice Beach’s sun-kissed skater-pop for the better option of Falmouth’s chaotic, sloppy punk for the right balance of laziness and ragged uproar.

Tracks like ‘Sister’ and ‘LA’ materialize as the kind-of common clips that seem to be the favourable choice when sound-tracking a Japanese car advert. Similar to the likes of Best Friends, gripping onto grinding basslines whilst the simple crashing of symbols in-between kicks and toms goes ahead, fluctuating at its finest. The only difference being whether to skate or surf: when in Rome.
If the standard of the record is anything to go by, the frenzy ‘No Action’ would instigate at a live show seems unable to comprehend. A clamber of fizzy sounds and acceleration, pairing to drench a venue in sweat. And, for the record, fizzier than your local supermarkets budget bottle of pop; a nightmare when shaken, yet placid when left alone. Clocking in at a swift time of just over two minutes like ‘Lost’, yet not as tame, but rather toned and turned up.

2010s ‘Chica’ EP, housing ’27 – 25 Blues’, is imitated by ‘Look Down’; a twisting and turning three-minute haze. Old habits die hard, but shaking a raw talent would be a stupid mistake. ‘Ride Hard Crash Hard’ proves this exactly – dirty, distorted and ready to take on anything. If The Black Tambourines continue to pump out sharp-edged surfer-songs, they’ll soon be on their way to the top, and nobody will be able to stop them.

‘Freedom’ is out now
Words from Dani Bursill