Album: Black Honey - Soak

South Coast band return with another set of catchy, confident indie-rockin'

share this article

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Izzy, Chris and Tommy

The default setting for Brighton indie quartet Black Honey is pop-grunge. There are plenty of moments during their fourth album when Nineties femme-rockers L7 spring to mind. But Black Honey also spread their wings and fly in other directions. The latter songs tend to be Soak’s most noticeable, although whatever style the band chose, they know enough about hooks to keep listeners onside.

Singer Izzy B Phillips, newly sober and with a recent autism diagnosis, veers lyrically between cinematic impressionism and a more specific observational approach. The album’s closing song, “Medication”, showcases the band at their best. It’s a strummed, honest rumination around Phillips’ experiences (“It’s an A-star level skill being this fun and mentally ill/Not sure what they mean, not acting your age”), which explodes into something widescreen at the chorus, akin to the ethereal secular gospel of Spiritualized.

While numbers such as “Dead” and “Slow Dance” are undeniably contagious, they are very much more-of-the-same from a band ten years into their career. So it’s the atypical songs that excite: the clappy groove of “To the Grave”, the Pixies-go-goth lust song “Vampire in the Kitchen”, the huge, Garbage-esque “Shallow”, and, especially, the slow-rollin’ indie-funk of “Psycho”.

Black Honey aren’t as musically adventurous as their peers Wolf Alice (or quite as successful, though their last two albums made the UK Top 10, which isn’t to be sniffed at). But they do what they do well. They’re a damn sight more musically entertaining than the current wave of landfill-indie-reborn acts, such as The Ks, The Lathums, and The Reytons. Crucially, they have the songs. If Black Honey had a breakout tune go viral, they’d be right up there on festival line-ups. Such a song could easily be on Soak.

Below: watch the video for "Shallow" by Black Honey

They’re a damn sight more musically entertaining than the current wave of landfill-indie-reborn acts

rating

3

share this article

Support the future of arts journalism

Subscribe to theartsdesk.com

Thanks so much for choosing genuinely independent arts journalism theartsdesk’s mission has never been more important – in an age of relentless algorithmic recommendation, sponsored content and unreliable AI, the expertise and discernment of individual critics deeply embedded in their specialist areas is absolutely vital.

If you want more of that in your life, why not subscribe now?

If you do this before the 31st August, you’ll be able to keep at this “founders rate” for life: your subs will never increase! You can choose to subscribe annually for just £40 simply click here
or monthly for £5 per month simply click here.

Not ready to subscribe?

If you want to support with a little extra or aren’t ready to subscribe just yet, there’s also the option to give direct to our crowdfunder to support our imminent redesign and exciting expansion with new features and collaborations Simply contribute here: https://gofund.me/c3f6033d.

However you choose to be involved, you can proudly say that you are picking the right side in the battle for truth and humanity in the modern information landscape. And we will be very glad to have you on board!

more new music

Surrealism, social observation and more muscular sound from the Leeds quartet
A powerful personal outpouring of joy and pain - with a great beat
The London quartet have taken to playing large venues with ease, as this career-spanning set showed
The Lebanese-French musician's father was behind a unique musical innovation
The Philadelphia punk rockers continue to impress
A partial account of how Brit-punk absorbed an aspect of reggae
The Fez Festival Of World Sacred Music and the Fes Gathering bring the world together
Bristol band aren't happy but offer up the occasional sing-along
A new album is unveiled and old tunes are played for the last time