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Built upon hardened fragility, Burning House sound like an Ingmar Bergman film starring a young Kirsten Dunst. Emerging from Southampton a few years ago, the razor-sharp feedback obscures what is a clear emotional core to their songwriting, through the affecting vocals and lulling melodies. They evoke a whole array of conflicting moods, a pastoral shade of a confused autumn evening. Every song has clear intent, and every song has a muffled aesthetic.

Mirror Song’, which opened their self-titled 2013 EP, kicked off with a razor-sharp guitar tone distinctly reminiscent of My Bloody Valentine’s ‘Only Shallow’ to the point of imitation. But it doesn’t matter, the amateurish production endearingly making it all their own. ‘Mimosa’ and ‘Langour’ see them tackling mournful ballads, aiming for the cathartic tones of the more subdued of The Jesus And Mary Chain and the lull of Red House Painters respectively. While less sonically abrasive than future releases, it was a demonstration of their ability to evoke emotions deep within.

Souvenirs’, which started their II EP in 2013, is an absolute melancholic storm, sounding like 90s emo stalwarts Mineral, with a riff so mournful it’s come straight out of the void. They even manage to fit in a guitar solo, before the vocals reach peak whining where it’s impossible not to feel affected. ‘Her Vowel No.’ opens with a flurry noise and descends into a pleasing indie pop number that crashes into a noise crescendo, hurtling upwards. ‘Evelyn’ is a slow, post-rock dirge, hissing feedback and vocals that slump.

Now with a debut album in the works, new single ‘If You Won’t’ stands as their most upbeat  song to date, yet it’s still an emotional slow-burner. Crackling feedback beckons in a bright guitar riff that swoops and dives, that nestles in during the verses to burst out again in between. It’s a storm of sound, and an energising return for the band. Live, they are known for their blistering, thunderous noise, amplifying the hell they create to force the audience into feeling something. It’s a sonic whirlwind alternately lovely and brutal, and a reminder of how it’s Burning House’s intent to make you feel, no matter what it is.

About The Author

Lee Whear

Young punk full of love, hoping they've got enough tobacco left when the revolution comes. Canterbury Christchurch University graduate, previous work has appeared in thnksfrthrvrw, Hitsville U.K., Bearded Magazine, and God Is In The TV Zine.