With a menacing growl, the storm-grey curtain begins its slow descent. A once flourishing dream, draped over our sun’s bright and mighty entrance allows a mere smattering of rays to embrace glass. Glimmers of hope illuminate the shattered remains of a now haunted, once-spirited war zone.

“Why does this feel?
Like a dream
A third, second chance
Just doesn’t seem real”

This is bdrmm (stylistically), four Hull English lads and their sophomore release, I Don’t Know. Born of renowned Abbey Road studio, their mark of Cain is a medley of genres teasingly ensconced in dark-brilliant post-punk shoegaze.

By comparison to their critically acclaimed first album, designed in a bedroom using Apple Garageband (when not working requisite side jobs), the new album was written distraction-free and incorporates input from each of the band members in the writing process. “Every part of it is treated exactly the same. A synth we’ll spend an hour on. We will go through every single piece. It’s a meticulous process but it shows. It’s not just a part that’s there, everything gets the same amount of treatment. Fucking stressful but it’s why we do it.”

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Track “Pulling Stitches” is as abrasive as it is lush with oxygen scratches and liquid conflagrations that bleed then instantly cauterize. Band-Aid crosses mark the spot where the needle drags and the damage is done. A fire-sale roadmap to the death-spiral round-trip devolution of undying hope in a dying relationship.

“I remember the exact day that we wrote this track. We were in the practice room, and I just started playing the first two chords, incorporating the bend as if I was literally winking at Kevin Shields, and Conor just looked at me like, “This is the one”. I think we finished the track on that day. It’s amazing when those moments happen, and it reminds you of why you do this. It’s so obviously the shoegaze adoration within us.”

“Breathing in feels divine
A new start is on my mind
As we watch the days disappear
We grow closer to the end“

He returns less hopeful with each homecoming. His hesitation is slightly longer this time as an all too familiar fire percolates. Hell’s Bells and Mademoiselles as our star’s intense brilliance, fierce and unforgiving, once again breathes ashes into existence and dreams into smoldering ashes.

“The first
We lost
The times
Have gone”

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