ghost bitch

Ghostbitch
New Glasgow band start a riot with their debut single, with live dates planned with aural ultraviolence.
Creating a new band these days is a very complex exercise, kinda like plaiting from sawdust. It’s an absolute vapour trail of personalities that you build from. Sometimes, genius is created in a flash; a group comes along and just plugs into the cultural zeitgeist, uniting their city and representing the whole syntax of today’s sub-cultural Britain.
But that’s enough about Snow Patrol, we’re here to talk about Ghostbitch.
Ghostbitch are a Glasgow based trio consisting of Neil on guitar and drinking, Kate on Drums and alcohol research, and Fingers on bass and keeper of the flame of classic noise-pop. This well-grounded bunch don’t intend to let fame and vanity go to their heads. (Glasgow just wouldnae allow it!) They are much more interested in blowing a few eardrums and misconceptions about the complacent and incestuous indie scene of the second city of the British Empire .
This rabble are mining a sonic seam that has been well grafted but is still fruitful. A wide range of influences reflects their good taste; imagine the assault of MBV at full- tilt, combined with the spite and attack of The Jesus & Mary Chain, and the innovation of Joe Meek (Not the homosexuality and Ouija Board led psychosis culminating in shooting yer landlady though!- at least not during the week) and the improvisational qualities of prime Krautrock. A Ghostbitch live show gives your head a good bubble-bath and washes the Technicolor mundane drabness of life away. Bleaching and then burning, imagine harsh bright white light, harsh bright white light.
But I am not gonnae piss on your leg and tell you it’s raining. Ghostbitch have to be seen and heard.
A single has been cut at Chime studios in Glasgow containing original material and a choice cover of the Lee Hazelwood penned sexual psychodrama Sand, to fill your senses with dirt and perfume, leather and lace, played with sincerity and reverence. And we all need a wee bit of Nancy & Lee even more so in these superannuated times.
Sin will always find you, so head towards the light of Ghostbitch dear brother and go to a heavenly hell of their creation.
Ghostbitch have suffered for their art, and now it’s your turn.
Brian McNeill
Ghost Bitch are proper snarly three piece noiseniks, hometown heroes in bland chart attack freakout fuzzorama. Somewhat of a dimension collision, late fifties surf growl collapsing into white light/white heat chair dragging across concrete, Can bass two-note propelled into early Chemikal underground wilfulness and catapulted forward, afterburner incinerating Snow Patrol's huskies with a needless yelp. Thank the lord. Great website too.
Whoever writes the listings at the 13th Note
Finally I've found a band that sounds like I feel. No small talk. The would-be sound to the gallows. Three bastards: misery, a heathen of the heavens, and a suicide survival kit. They loop discontent. They reek retribution. They should be proud.
half man half debauchery
ghost bitch are really getting under my skin lately too. Angry guitar strumming over some gentle bass and drums is what makes their tunes. No vocals, which seems odd, but only because every other band have a vocalist. They're doing something new...will it take off? I hope so.
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