Split Second: Vinyl LP

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Pre-Order Item. Release Date Subject to Change.Label: Transgressive RecordsRelease Date: 25th September This is not a record that I think people are just gonna 'kinda like', it's a bsorbing songwriter stuff that gets deeper than skindeep, the strings weave with acoustic guitars, and some sweet double tracked vocals, it gets very Elliott Smith and connects lyrically like that but there are moments where the guitars rip and let loose. Renny Conti is singing to your very soul on this one, it's soak it up in your bedroom stuff but the moments where he really rocks out give this a little more of MJ Lendermans to the Conor Obersts. If there’s a central question to Split Second, it’s a universal one: How did we end up here? Grief mingles with breakups and reunions, with desperate treks across the country and moments of stillness in New York City parks. “Mona Lisa,” a dusty and lived-in acoustic amble flecked with autumnal electric guitars, is a love song written after Renny got back together with his girlfriend. “Impossible Truth” is the other side, a thrumming road song in which urgent drums and melodies inspired by angsty ‘00s mall-rock propel the narrator into relationship-rupturing arguments. Throughout, these autobiographical moments sit alongside more abstract meditations. After beginning life as a song about moving out of New York, “Leaving The Zoo” mutated into imagining what it must feel like to be on the precipice of life and death, its murky verses and volcanic guitar breaks meant to echo the feeling of a leap into the unknown, Renny’s vocals turning to a ghostly murmur as layers of strings and distortion eventually overtake him. Elsewhere, the two polarities collide, as in the psychedelic heaviness of “Water’s Edge” channeling the surreal darkness of grief, or in striking “San Francisco, 2005.” Written in the months after his brother’s passing, the song situates a journal entry flitting through disparate years and far-flung locations in a panged, earworm vocal hook delivered above a hazy bed of acoustic and electric guitars tangling together, as if mirroring his mind cutting through the noise to make sense of the aftermath. Show more