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Piran; An Exercise In The Theoretical Stalking Thereof

18 June 2010 Written by Joe Sparrow

A New Band A Day

You know when you think you know someone, but you can’t swear to it? It’s a bit like when you accidentally catch a glimpse of your own reflection and momentarily think you’re looking someone completely different, but with all the social agonies of not knowing whether to head on over and say ‘hi’.

So, I’m sure I’ve seen Piran around and about in Manchester – I know his face. But I’m equally sure that this is nonsense. There are millions of people in Manchester. Stupid brain. This has become a weird exercise in non-existent stalking. Time to move on.

If I ever do see him, though, he’s owed a hearty congratulations – because this one-Man(c)-band has scrabbled together a great song:

Piran // Rip Off

Being a one-man operation is a minefield of pros and cons – on one hand, you have total creative control and, unless you have a personality disorder, there will be no messy break-ups due to ‘creative differences’ (though if you do have a personality disorder, it will be an extremely messy break up).

The flip side is that the emphasis is squarely on you: no-one to take the strain when you’re exhausted, and every stumble means a long and lonely trip back to draw from the well of inner strength.

So the fact that Piran, my mysterious stranger, has whelped this pristine jewel of a song by himself is a minor triumph. The song is clearly one person’s work – you can always tell – but Rip Off is measured, quirky, clever and still idiosyncratic.

Piran: neat, charming and fun.

After renting on myspace tis time for some home sweet home action .

Here’s some pictures of the cut & paste process.

Check www.iampiran.com  for how it worked out…

C/o Losingtoday.com

Here’s a bit of gem that had us knocked off our listening perch and frankly left scrambling desperately for reference markers, ‘do or die’ is we’re assuming the debut release or at the very least the inaugural outing of Manchester’s Piran and beyond that the information trail runs cold. That said it should by rights be causing all amount of fuss among the undergrounds more clued up cognoscenti not withstanding the fact that it sounds remarkably unlike anything else currently patrolling planet pop. In its own way a kind of fading shy eyed call to arms on one hand and yet a strictly sparse and minimalist pop sweetie on the other. Currently unsigned though I shouldn’t wonder that there’ll be plenty of offers beating a hasty path to their door once this gets a little more exposure and if not there’ll be much incredulous nods of disapproval in our gaff I can tell you. One of those kind of tracks where your left wondering whether or not the melodic accompaniment was actually added as an afterthought such is its feint detailing and application. Strangely bracing and quietly euphoric in a kind of threadbare bitter sweet way, ’do or die’ – alas not the Human League cut of the same name from the every home owning ’Dare’ platter of yesteryear – is braided by a delightfully attractive perky motif that’s indelibly cast amid a strangely becoming proto funk groove that finds itself hollowed and dispatched with a decidedly austere electro post punk vibe which unless our ears do deceive had us pretty much recalling elements of the Passage albeit as though rounded, smoothed and shocked with a tugging pop drill by a gathering of White and Torch and Dalek I Love You sorts, certainly sounds as though its fallen from a C-81 era Peel play list, though on repeat listens we’re picking up vague nods to the early career work of the New Fast Automatic Daffodils though ultimately viewed from whatever angle you care to take you can help but feel that their nearest musical kin are A Certain Ratio which young folk is mighty fine by us. Certainly worth the keeping of the odd eye out for.