Birdy Bardot – San Diego, CA – Pop Punk
Trippy, ethereal, and suspenseful. Music with a smoker’s cough. Palm trees overhead, but swiftly running out of alcohol. Dingy like the clouds after a thunderstorm seen from behind an insect screen. That’s what the music of Birdy Bardot makes me think of. If you prefer some less wafty comparisons, Birdy Bardot might remind you a little of The Kills, or the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. It’s a blues-punk vibe that’s light and dangerous at the same time. It’s desert-road-trip music. It’s slick.
Birdy Bardot’s self-titled album is out now on Bandcamp, and it’s full of the druggy existential light pop-punk sounds I’m trying to describe here. Nine songs of instantly ear-catching music. Birdy has a great voice, and that’s certainly the main attraction, but the instrumentation here isn’t a side act. There are some funky, biting guitar riffs, trippy effects, and some trance-esque rhythm work, and without the band’s side of things you wouldn’t have half the menacing groove that you can hear throughout Birdy Bardot. It’s a team effort that comes together incredibly well, and very worth a listen.
Slowly Know Me
The video for “Slowly Know Me” is a surreal, slow-moving, paranoid vision, half horror-movie intro and half Pulp Fiction, but dreamier. It’s solid indie music video work and it complements the music well with it’s eerie, drifting quality. Like the music, you get the feeling that something dark is happening behind the scenes, even if you’re not quite sure what that something is. You have the feeling that something could snap at any time, but the beat keeps steady and the music keeps dancing on, while you lean against your car window, thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance, or something like that. It’s a good time.