Nancy - 7 Foot Tall Post-Suicidal Feel Good Blues

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Originally making a name with grunge trio, Tigercub, NANCY parades warped, warbling riffs and smooth, swinging vocals in what very much feels like a candid exploration of self.

Nancy - 7 Foot Tall Post-Suicidal Feel Good Blues

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Nancy - 7 Foot Tall Post-Suicidal Feel Good Blues

Originally making a name with grunge trio, Tigercub, NANCY parades warped, warbling riffs and smooth, swinging vocals in what very much feels like a candid exploration of self.

The title-track of a hotly anticipated mini-album, 7 Foot Tall Post-Suicidal Feel Good Blues is yet another emphatic display of eccentric artistry from Sunderland’s quirkiest psych-pop export, NANCY.

The tone of the tune is set from the outset, NANCY leaning into the grainy groove with spirited and indulgent chorus, melting together with quintessentially crushed, flanged guitar. A driven train of post-rock fuzz, the track never looks back; the climax is a cacophony of crashes, bangs and wallops, serving brilliantly to thrust a message of self-love and celebration right in your face.

Unavoidable in its poise and determined upward trajectory, the dirty trash-pop ditty is joyful and infectious, like a cheeky smile or a hearty cackle. NANCY has written a soundtrack to which you can shamelessly bop in your kitchen (or any lockdown dance-floor).

Bookended by playful, tape-delayed ad libs and curious, folky asides, this song shows off the countless facets of NANCY’s unique artistic style, and broadcasts his excitingly eclectic aesthetic perfectly in preparation for the eponymous album’s release, 15 January 2021.

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