Imagine that Fujiya & Miyagi are mask-wearing technicians dissecting music, keen to magnify particles of sound to create a pulsing antidote to the ordinary. They speak in tongues, using language as a rhythm, picking words that sound good, rhyming ‘jigsaws’ with ‘carnivores’.
Their songs are incisive snapshots of real lives that make household appliances sound threatening. They are steeped in vintage music from evocative krautrock to deep soul, with wafts of early Human League synth, Floydian Englishness and the throbbing groove of Tom Tom Club, all filtered for modern times.
In total, Fujiya & Miyagi don’t really sound like anything. Instead, they sound like everything condensed into perfectly arranged three minute chunks of infectious pop music, a strange hybrid of James Brown on Valium and Wire gone pop. Or maybe Serge Gainsbourg with a PhD in electronics backed by David Byrne’s Eno-produced scratchy guitar mixed by MF Doom. It’s Darwinism gone mad.
"Named after a mythological Andean pickpocket academy, [School of Seven Bells] has uncovered a rich nexus between humming shoegaze guitar, floaty and ethereal 4AD pop, and the wistful exuberance of ’90s Manchester. The Bells ooze as much Cocteau Twins as My Bloody Valentine (“Half Asleep”), but unlike their shoegaze influences, there’s little world-weariness here; just an optimistic yearning for something more (the bright, earnest cadences on “My Cabal” assure us that melancholy is a tired business, indulged by those who can’t cut it as dreamers). These warm soundscapes might be purely fanciful–where feelings sound elastic and still unbroken–but they’re so cozy that we don’t mind lingering for a while. Dream pop, indeed: We’ll take a unicorn to go, please." -XLR8R
Fujiya & Miyagi
School of Seven Bells
18+ or accompanied by legal guardian. This show is General Admission, first come, first serve.