Sounds

It looks good written down

We saw it all. The misplaced notes,

The peep show quotes, the jokes, 

The croaked highs, applause and sighs,

As we listened to something new.

 

Something that harked backed to 80's greats,

Retro royalty with millennial momentum,

In your ear industrialisation,

The hammer that forges future sounds,

 

Rumbling and tumbling from Birmingham ground,

From strummed marshals and bass that beats and pounds,

Ripples through the cut, the black veins,

Blaring from cars or rattling window panes. 

 

Syncopated flow of funk

And rock.

The be-wild-er-ing lyrics

Psychedelic pop.

 

Three lads from suburban-city pads and mad dreas

Humility encased by the second-stitched seams,

Box shirts and rolled up jeans,

Functioning adults still living out their teens.

 

And yet their analog approach, for how they played and the way they wrote

With digital genius captured something bespoke, and so familiar,

Like you might have heard something similar in another life or time,

Where a memory or or place to be is composed into the score.

 

Harmonious, solo, sharp or flat,

You speak to yourself and you talk right back 

Another brick for the palace of futures, (Or mausoleum of memory) 

Scrap books or NME, Eagle and Ton then Glastonbury.

- Michael Delaney

The Hum

The  hum  of  the  train  tracks  

The  whistle  in  the  air

Gentle  wheels  roll  and  hiss

Sounds  of  inner  city  bliss

 

The  hum  of  ever  flowing  traffic

The  rush  of  lights  and  lines

Bodies  and  engines  roll  and  rattle

Willing  soldiers  in  daily  battle

 

The  hum  and  hustle  of  the  city  

The  people  zigzag  maze

Rich  pulsating  city  beats

On  the  second  city  streets

 

The  hum  of  trades  a  thousand

The  bustle  of  Bullring  markets

Rising  birds  sing  lazily

Days  pass  by  so  hazily

 

The  hum  and  hiss  of  twirling  locks

That  water  pressure  gush

Industry  and  innovation

In  the  centre  of  the  nation

 

The  hum  and  zip  of  business

Rising  towers  of  silver  blue

Linger  and  glimmer  midair

Shining  ruthless  laissez  faire

 

The  hum  and  echo  of  factory  streets

Initials  and  names  on  doors

Windows  shine  as  do  the  jewels

Through  the  years  of  craft  and  tools

 

The  hum  of  learning  on  rooftops

The  view  from  new  Lego  Library

Stand  and  stare  for  hours

Skyline  of  pylons  and  towers

 

The  hum  of the  city  of Birmingham

Rising  again  to  crescendo

The  city’s  alive,  come  inside

Brimming  with  pleasure  and  pride

- James Cronin