Rattle the walls and rumble the foundation with this one. Kinlaw & Franco Franco, the Amman-Bristol duo, have a release coming on Jordanian underground imprint Drowned By Locals, and it’s powerful enough to part seas.
I don’t normally do this. A single from the LP, I mean — I can wait for the album to release. Not this time. This can’t wait. Get a room with a subwoofer. Invite the neighbors and pour something for them and make up a dish because they will absolutely hear it from two floors away.
This is the kind of track that can shake you out of depression and knock you back onto your feet when you need it most.
October 3 is the date when our friends in Jordan drop the main release. If you can’t wait, here’s more hard-hitting Kinlaw & Franco Franco.
Franco Franco is also in this new collab with Content Provider. (Who? I didn’t know, either, so discover that excellence with me! Evidently that’s the oops-was-supposed-to-be-anonymous moniker of Bristol’s Dali de Saint Paul. But you can just enjoy this goodness from DBL in June.)
Here’s DBL’s description:
“The machine looms—it watches you from within. The finger points, but the face is missing.”
The Bristol/Amman connection just got even deeper… following DBL’s impressive string of Avon-infused heaters (check the recent scorchers from Nzumbe, Content Provider and 2023’s ‘Weld’). And we’re well informed there’s even more of this cross-continental greatness to come…
But first…Kinlaw & Franco Franco. ATC’s original prodigal sons. A two-headed nephilim with an ever-growing tally of near-biblical performances – leaving shook audiences coughing dust for months after. Resurrected for 2025.
Those familiar know their hallowed-dogma – brimming with cyberpunk prophetics, surveillance state paranoia and rusted gothic futurism. Each chilling sermon accompanied by a bespoke blend of crusted sonics, taut future-concrète prangers and only the finest industrial-trappist beats.
Back with renewed precision. 11 hot-kneelers for your mental.
On ‘Faith Elsewhere’, they lead the congregation into uncharted waters with pop-confessional, ‘Pitstop 2024’. There’s a fresh revamp of the beloved feudal anthem, ‘Crocs on the Plough’. Next, a long-fermented, yet still refreshing, kind of chamber-wave on the album’s self-titled track. And there’s even a touch of the devotional in the final ethereal reprise… Plus, there are plenty more teachings to be found elsewhere…
The writing’s on the wall. Accept no false idols. Now pull up your cushion and kneel at their altar. It might just be their best yet….
“In the holiness of their temples, unsuspecting worshippers were being observed by indiscreet eyes.”
Let us pray. Uh, y’all exhibitionists.
“Industrial-trappist” it is.