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Flipron – Gravity Calling

OK, I’ve renamed my weekly music discoveries to “Friday Finds,” because alliteration is effective and important. (See what I did there? Did you know that early Germanic languages, such as Old Norse and Old English, used initial, i.e., alliterative, rhyming instead of end-rhymes, and a word that started with a vowel was suitable for such rhyming with a word that started with any other vowel? The More You Know.)

Anyway. Flipron. British band with a sort of psychedelic cabaret bent. I really like this track. Taken literally, the lyrics have a bit of science geek appeal; but the tone is deliciously arch, taking a discreet delight in the inevitability with which gravity brings low the mighty and the elevated. “There’s nothing that doesn’t hear the voice of gravity calling,” indeed.

I’m still exploring the band’s other music – some of which can be streamed here – but what I’ve listened to evokes a sort of demented circus. Accordions. Bouncing rhythms, just a little off, and minor chords. Their lyrics can be Tom Waits-esque – case in point: “At Rusty Casino’s Casino Rustique, you can taste all the pleasures that you dare not speak.” All in all, a lot of potential with these guys. (Also, the lead singer looks like a young Peter Capaldi, one of my favorite Scottish actors, so he gets bonus points.)