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SupaLung is a new indie-rock outfit composed of singer-songwriter Sam Brookes & multi-instrumentalist, producer Pete Josef.
The duo met some years back on the burgeoning Bristol music scene; being fans of each others work they ended up becoming great friends. Brookes was actually helping Josef build a studio at his home when they decided it was time to combine their love for songs & making records.
Brookes was ready and armed with a vibrant bunch of demos that Josef felt would make an adventurous and exciting debut album.
The name Supalung is inspired by and pays homage to Terry Reid aka superlungs. One of the UK’s finest rock singers from the mid 60’s.
Mesadorm
Bone-melting. Intravenous Cup-a-Soup. Intimacy, depth-channelling beats and shining synth-led harmonies. A unique and bright collage of dead-good. Not for the faint of constitution. For divers not paddlers.
Debut record ‘Heterogaster’ released in 2018 took relationship truths, epiphanies about the nature of family, sexuality, and pain and put them in a blender with heaps of Bjork, Kate Bush, Caribou, chia seeds, fresh ginger and tequila. 2019’s Epicadus gave an acoustic, whisper-in-the-ear retelling that was no less of a punch to the place where sad and beautiful memories think they are safe and out of reach.
Epic standalone releases ‘Let’s Leap’ and ‘Take Me To A Place’ were collaborative attempts with critically acclaimed Bristol based producer and amazing craftsperson Tim Allen (Bat for Lashes // Adrian Utley) to create the tracks for ‘Pollinator’, although when the decision was made for Front woman Blythe Pepino to reproduce the tracks to be closer to her demo versions, only ‘Take Me To A Place’ (appearing this time as ‘Tenorion Try’) made the cut onto new LP ‘Pollinator’, out on 8th April 2022.
‘Pollinator’ offers some of the same cockle-nourishing stick-to-the-side of the glass thickness as previous releases but with a handful of rusty nails thrown in. Carrying an added punky ‘fuck it’ rallying against nationalism and our society’s leaderless descent into the warm, soggy bin of history; Pollinator screams and serenades for alternatives whilst appreciating the beauty and closeness of the moments and connections that really matter as they pass.
