Release Date: October 31st
On their debut full length, The St. Pierre Snake Invasion are here to shake up and wake up the UK’s music scene.
The St. Pierre Snake Invasion, the Bristol based five piece poised to take the UK’s music venues by storm this coming October, waste no time in setting the pace on their forthcoming album ‘A Hundred Years A Day.’ Canorous guitars set the groundwork for Damien’s salient vocals on opening track ‘Thanks But The Answer’s No’. It erupts with a roar of ‘hark at the thick cunts riding the wave,’ making clear that there will be nothing timid about the band’s 11 track debut offering.
Set to be released on October 31st, recorded in 72 hours and produced by Sean Genockey – who has accrued fifteen years of experience and a reputation for being an involved and impassioned contributor to any release he lends his expertise to – A Hundred Years A Day is a testament to the band’s drive to create something exceptional without forfeiting integrity. Certain tracks, namely ‘When I Hear A Sycophant Fly’ and ‘Sex Dungeons & Dragons’ arrive with the trudging, thunderous quality of mid tones and exceptional percussion you would expect of a Steve Albini release. The quality of recording and production is not what sets this release apart from the rest of the DIY scene’s plethora of new music however, it is the energy with which it has been captured. In a time where almost anyone is capable of creating and releasing music with minimal outsider input and the result is a sea of underwhelming and unimaginative regurgitations of the same old shit it can be hard to find the diamonds amongst the rough. This one, however, gleams.
Songs such as ‘Like A Rag To A Red Bull’ encapsulate, in a mere 41 seconds, the explosiveness you’d expect of the likes of Trash Talk whilst chants of ‘one more, one more for the lonely road’ regale the listener with an all too relatable inner monologue about not quite knowing when to stop drinking.
The St. Pierre Snake Invasion are not a band who believe in instructing a crowd on how to behave yet frequently incite those in attendance into a frenzied body of sweat and flailing limbs. This is due, in large part, to their ability to craft songs such as ‘David Ickearumba’ or ‘Jesus, Mary & Joseph Talbot’ which have the covert ability to have you downing the rest of your pint and throwing yourself, thrashing madly, into the crowd before you know what’s come over yourself. It is a talent many aspire to master but seldom achieve, whilst to these lads it seems to come just as naturally as breathing.
Tracks like ‘Sex Dungeons & Dragons’ and ‘Refauxlution’ sees the band exploring sonic boundaries, Szack and Patrick tackling the strings with a command that is reminiscent of New Junk Aesthetic era Every Time I Die whilst maintaining a unique approach. All the while, Damian is exploring new depths of his vocal range, at points bearing semblance to the hysterical shrieks of Bone Palace Ballet era Chiodos with none of the whine – a spectacular feat in and of itself.
‘When I See A Sycophant Fly’ and the album’s namesake ‘A Hundred Years A Day’ parade this vocal progression further as eloquent libretto spills from the speakers in the kind of droning murmur it took alt metal pioneer Chino Moreno at least a decade to master. His talents do not stop there, however. Reading through the lyrics to songs such as ‘The Only Way Is Essex You Can Kill Me Now’ or ‘Refauxlution’ you can see that whilst this is a real man’s band whose themes are universal, they are approached with the droll lament of a man who sees through and is exhausted by the world’s inane bullshit.
Damian’s propensity for sarcasm and social commentary sits on the border between bemused and disgusted, his wit cutting and precise whilst maintaining a self-awareness that keeps it humble enough to not be confused for arrogance. Lyrics such as “I sold my soul to the highest bidder. For a house on the haunted hill. I don’t need God to save me but, it’d be nice if he paid my bills’ or ‘Sell their hides on the cobbles of the market towns. If you’re counting on me then you can count me out. If the only way is Essex you can kill me now.’ demonstrate an ability to elucidate his unique perspectives. It is exactly what you would expect had Sherlock Holmes been the frontman of a raucous punk band, sans the holier-than-thou undertones.
The praise could go on forever should I tackle the crowd pleasing potential of ‘The Great Procrastinator’ and already released ‘Rock ’n’ Roll Workshops’ – both of which will have you bouncing in your chair in anticipation of live renditions – or the band’s ability to navigate swiftly through ominous epics to chaotic refrains seamlessly at such an early stage. In truth, however, this is an auditory experience words cannot fully convey.
It is an experience akin to losing your virginity; in that you can have it explained to you a thousand different ways but until you’ve experienced the snake invasion personally you won’t understand the murky, titillating pleasures which await.
Pre-sale is available on tspsi.co.uk now.
You can catch them at these upcoming shows:
- Tues 6th Oct: Sticky Mike’s Frog Bar, Brighton*
- Weds 7th Oct: Windmill, Brixton, London*
- Thurs 8th Oct: The Square, Harlow*
- Fri 9th Oct: Clwb Ifor Bach, Cardiff*
- Sat 10th Oct: Maguire’s Bar, Liverpool*
- Sun 11th Oct: The Flapper, Birmingham*
- Sat 31st Oct: The Stag & Hounds, Bristol – album launch**
* with I Cried Wolf
** with Blacklisters