There is a kind of music that has been with me for more than three decades and that I always turn to from whatever fad I’ve been into at any time. I’ve heard it in several regenerations, from The Stranglers, Echo And The Bunnymen and Joy Division to Killing Joke and New Order to, more recently, Editors and The National. Call it post punk or new wave, every time a new band tries their hand at this particular rock dialect, they find a warm place in my heart, like a long-lost relative.
This is Whispering Sons, a very young band from my native Belgium, who just released their first album. They are the next line of defence.