Release Date: Apr 16, 2013
Record label: How Does It Feel To Be Loved?
Genre(s): Pop/Rock, Alternative/Indie Rock
Derbyshire trio Haiku Salut claim a broad sweep of influences – from the novels of Haruki Murakami to the soundtracks of Yann Tiersen and Benoît Charest – and if their debut album doesn't quite match the boldness of their claims, it's a delicious little thing. Entirely instrumental, with the core threesome joined by A Little Orchestra, it ends up being oddly reminiscent of Beirut – with the crucial difference that it evokes not the vastness of the New Mexico desert but, perhaps, a recreation ground off a high street. Melodicas and cheap electronics nestle alongside acoustic guitars and horns, odd pairings of style abound – the Francophile accordion waltz of ||: Lonesome George (Or Well, There's No-One Like) :|| is interrupted by peals of Spanish guitar – but they work, creating a fresh, summery whole.
Haiku Salut aren't your stereotypical band. Although I'm sure if they were their wares wouldn't be any less fascinating. Born out of the East Midlands DIY/lo-fi scene, members could be found playing in shambolic indie outfit The Deidres not so long ago. However, Haiku Salut are more likely to be found listening to obscure electronica or browsing novels on Japanese postmodernism than discussing the merits of Sarah Records or which is their favourite era of Primal Scream.
How Does It Feel To Be Loved has, since 2002, easily been one of London’s best club nights. Its unpretentious and welcoming nature, often fuelled with everything from Belle & Sebastian and Orange Juice to Tamla Motown and Dusty Springfield, swipes away any negative connotations our capital has for being a cold, brutal and rather heartless place. The club’s founder and regular DJ Ian Watson is, to many, a god amongst the indie pop/hardcore indie fraternity.
Like their English counterparts Maybeshewill, Derbyshire trio Haiku Salut are particularly effective at playing a variation of post-rock that knows its limits. Only one track on their debut LP, Tricolore, slips past the five minute mark, and as a whole, the album never feels overstuffed. What’s remarkable about that balance is how lushly orchestrated this all is; while the cinematic quality of Tricolore is textbook post-rock, it’s not beholden to rise-and-fall song structures or drifting passages.
Haiku SalutTricolore[How Does It Feel To Be Loved?; 2013]By Ray Finlayson; April 1, 2013Purchase at: Insound (Vinyl) | Amazon (MP3 & CD) | iTunes | MOGTweetOne of the most appealing aspects of art is that it doesn’t require you to know the language to enjoy it. Most people probably can’t identify the key or time signature to Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata,” or be able to comprehend and appreciate Van Gogh’s brushstroke technique, but that doesn’t mean people can’t be enamoured by it. In music we attach ourselves to melodies, chords, and lyrics that speak to us as an individual, which open up new worlds, or reveal past memories.
Baroque-Pop-Folktronic-Neo-Classical sounds like the jammed-together genre labels a band would stick on its MySpace more in the interest of smart-assery than for any helpfully descriptive purpose. That’s why the first major revelation about U.K. trio Haiku Salut – the group that claims that heap of syllables – is that who they are couldn’t be any further off from a smug chuckle.