Many years ago I met Spanish girl. One day, as things do, talk turned to music and with a tragic lack of self-awareness I shamelessly revealed my hideously Anglo-centric view of the musical universe. I’d grown up to see British (and to a lesser extent American) music as leading the world, anything else was likely to be unworthy of my attention, with a few scattered exceptions. What followed wasn’t pretty and left me nursing my bruises (metaphorical – just) having been taught a very clear lesson on the risks of holding unquestioning views on, well anything really. It’s stuck with me and as the years have passed and the internet has wreaked destruction on the business of music but also perversely opened up endless opportunities for musicians around the world, the lessons of that day have been confirmed over and over again.
The world is now full of bands creating music for the sheer love of it, sadly that’s partly for reasons we all know, namely, earning a living from music is a distant pipe dream for most. But just take a wander through Bandcamp, all human life is there, the good, the bad, the horribly mediocre and, just occasionally, the totally brilliant. Which brings us to southern Sweden and No Suits in Miami.
Instantly dreamlike, Make You See drops us straight into an internal conversation, you know the sort, (it can’t just be me surely?) difficult questions posed and answered but what’s the truth and in the end how can we really trust another person?
Its actually a deceptively anthemic song, but those tendencies are offset by coolly magnetic vocals from Michelle Dzgoeva. In fact, that voice places us firmly in, ‘would sound great singing the telephone directory territory’, you will very quickly see what I mean. Just the right mix of detachment and intimacy that sounds even better via headphones.
Make You See’s elegant sweep feels ‘classic’ in the best sense of the term, it hits home with instant hooks courtesy of a circular guitar part that lodges in your cranium very quickly. As the song makes its stately way guitars begin to bite and some kind of release arrives in the wordless outro. This is not a revolution in sound but who cares when it’s done this well, there’s some jangle, some dream pop and a little shoegaze, but in the end it’s simply a lovely song.
By all means limit your horizons (if you’re in the UK, feel free to buy British, as some are advising…) but wow you are going to miss out. You might think I’m about to get sentimental and share some cliche along the lines of: music brings people around the world closer together… and… maybe you’re right.