“Exhibits the same grandiose majesty as 'A Storm in Heaven'-era Verve, but with structured, melodic songs as much as a focus on sonics” - NME
Growing up in the decades of marketing made music, Born Blonde have come a long way since their formation in 2009 when Arthur Delaney traded in his solo folk music project and enlisted the help of Fraser and George, school mates Tom and Josh were last to join. And so the band, although not exactly blonde, was born.
British pop music has been handed a lifeline, albeit from some far away place that we can't quite see through the blizzard of buffeting guitars and distant, soaring vocals. What the desert taught you imparts a sublime sense of disorientation. A sense that you don't want to recover from, but at the same time you want to recover from it so you can get on with the serious business of getting lost again.
To use the word “epic” would be both a cliché, and an understatement. There isn't a screen silver enough for the shimmering Born Blonde sound. Theirs is a soundscape of spectral beauty and crystaline structures, and one that answers the question of what would happen if the shoegazers had looked up once in a while and remembered what it was like to enjoy yourself.