Cheshire Grimm has been through several incarnations since they started out in the beautiful garden city of Hamilton back in 2012. Kat Waswo (vocals/bass) and Lora Thompson (guitar/vocals) now joined by Craig Gilliver on drums have released their latest grungy, gloom rock track So Much For The Summer.
“Don’t stress…it’ll get better soon, I guess…” this song which has been described as a “unique brand of nocturnal storytelling” is an account of the painful experience of losing loved ones to suicide. Lora woos you in with lugubrious strums on her guitar.
Cheshire Grimm is known for their moody, melodic and melancholy sound, this is no exception. Kat and Lora are a formidable force, complementing each other effortlessly. Dusky vocals which weave around the guitar are enhanced further by Craig’s drumming. This track has expressive lyrics delivered in an alluring yet somewhat sombre tone.
The women of Cheshire Grimm have created an intriguing sound. So Much for The Summer is packed with emotion and grit. As with past recordings, there is a fine balancing act between the dark and the light which highlights their distinctive writing style and refined sound. They describe their music as melancholic wonder/prog–alt–pop–glitter. As a genre that is pretty broad, it also hints at a sense of humour.
The “Gloom-Dub trio” have evolved creating a polished sound. They have come a long way from the “Trons” murky mosh pits and “grungy lurks”.
I haven’t seen the accompanying video to this song, but I can safely assume it involves cake and could get messy.
So Much For The Summer is also the ending to a chapter in the Cheshire Grimm story. This is the last single recorded featuring Kat. It signifies the end of an era and the beginning of a new phase, and whatever comes next you just know that it is going to sound bloody fabulous.
Genre: Melancholic Wonder / Prog-Alt-Pop-Glitter
What do you see when you think of Cheshire Grimm?
The brainchild of Kat Waswo (vocals/bass) and Lora Thompson (guitar/vocals) has created a dark creature, twisting through the motions of light and dark, threading their bright colours into a warm blanket of melancholy.