Honeyglaze are excited to announce their Dan Carey-produced, self-titled debut album, to be released on April 29 via Speedy Wunderground.
The South London based, haiku-loving trio formed just before the first lockdown, and a combination of compelling live performances (including Green Man and support slots with Wet Leg, Geese and The Lounge Society) plus two standalone singles (‘Burglar‘ and ‘Creative Jealousy‘) has seen their profile rise rapidly and garner support from a plethora of early fans including Steve Lamacq, Matt Wilkinson and Wet Leg – who have all declared themselves in love with their intoxicating brand of poetic lyrics and impressive musicianship.
Along with the album announce, the band also unveil new single ‘Shadows‘, a rollicking slice of jangle pop, its sunny sway hiding a darker tale of insomnia. The accompanying video was directed by Asha Lorenz, frontwoman of the band Sorry.
Vocalist and guitarist Anouska Sokolow says of the song, ”‘Shadows’ was written during a time when I had just moved house. I had no curtains in my bedroom and the streetlights would cast shadows into my room. I began to associate shadows with the inability to sleep and the feeling of waiting for the relief that the morning brings.”
Of the video, Honeyglaze say: “For the ‘Shadows’ video, we wanted to be a bit more playful and match the jauntiness of the song. We got together with directors Asha Lorenz and Flo Webb and a load of random props, and improvised shadow play scenes together. We just wanted to go out and have fun. We had no idea it would end in death. It was never our intention to kill Yuri. It just all happened so fast.”
Honeyglaze are a South London based trio comprised of vocalist and guitarist Anouska Sokolow, bassist Tim Curtis and Yuri Shibuichi on drums.
Born out of lead songwriter Sokolow’s un-desire to be a solo-act, the group met officially at their first ever rehearsal, just three days ahead of what was to become a near-residency at their favoured The Windmill in Brixton. Forming a mere five-months ahead of a subsequent five-months of mandatory solitude, Honeyglaze, at first appearance, are a group who play with chance, time, and synergetic fate, in a manner few others are able to do.
A thirty-minute YouTube live session recorded in the garage of their close pal Fran for ‘FarmFest 2020’ pricked the ears of seminal producer Dan Carey and his team of meticulous taste-makers Speedy Wunderground (Squid, Black Country, New Road, Tiña).
A significant step-up from their previous routine of writing, rehearsing and recording in Yuri’s bedroom, in the company of Carey and his team, Honeyglaze were introduced to an entirely new universe – one filled with a ‘Swarmatron’, long-sweaty afternoons in window-less analogue, and total, creative freedom.
Much like the eponymously debuted statements of contemporary folk singer Bedouine‘s Bedouine, Crosby, Stills and Nash, or, dare we suggest Madonna‘s Madonna, Honeyglaze the album presents to the world an audibly picturesque documentation of soul-searching, in all its figments of reality; a proclamation of cultivated intent which in turn creates a subliminal safe-space between relatability and self-projection, and creative-comradery paired with introspective artistry.
A self-described “opposite to a concept album” that sonically encapsulates the who, what, where and how of their individual circumstances coming together as one, Honeyglaze is storytelling at its most soulful, presenting human instinct in a manner that accepts all of the insecurities that come from their present adolescence, whilst acknowledging the formative maturity that’s earned when we allow ourselves to embrace the unknown, of our futures ahead.
“If someone is going to find you special – then you want to show what’s most special about yourself,” notes Curtis. “Then you can do what you want from there.”
Mixing the personal with romanticised ideals in ways that are simultaneously heart-wrenching and humorous to a dead-pan effect, there is no one trajectory for Honeyglaze, whose greatest ability is finding ways to present what’s written in-between the lines, in moments of beautifully well-versed clarity.
Tackling themes varying from jealousy to inadequacy, codependent companionships to the smell of coffee on clothes, as with all good reflections of self, Honeyglaze is a fly on the wall opportunity to get to know three familial strangers in your own way – whilst they too suss out themselves, and the ever-growing circle around them, in the span of 37 minutes.
In keeping with their broody pop / alt-indie sentiments, in tracks such as the aptly titled ‘Start’: a solar complex stirring call from the top of Sokolow’s spirit, to the bassy heart-pluck of Curtis, and back over to the rhythmically knobbly-knees of Shibuichi, or, the rollicking jangle of ‘Shadows’, Honeyglaze are able to command total control as the protagonists of their own melancholic manifesto.
Debut single ‘Burglar’ is an enamoring masterclass in baring all, without needing to scream to be heard or understood. Beckoning, becoming and utterly bewitching, ‘Burglar’ is the coming-of-age lovechild of Whitney‘s Forever Turned Around, and the stylistically-subdued existentialism of Julia Jacklin, or Oregon’s Haley Heynderickx.
As for what remains, be it performing to a rammed crowd at Brecon Beacons’ Green Man Festival back in August, or playing at the iconic 100 Club for Fred Perry’s All Our Tomorrow’s Festival, it’s safe to say that Honeyglaze are well and truly embodying the concept of ‘ones to watch’.
To conclude: “Hi we are Honeyglaze, and there’s no time to explain.”