“Raveshadow” is the first single from Brasstronaut’s forthcoming self-titled release, via Tin Angel Records on 26th October. “The films tells the story of two close friends who’s everyday excitement always follows the same dynamics: One always keeps pushing for the thrill, whilst the other one loves to join keep coming with. It’s based on a true story of two male friends in their 30’s. The choice of cast and styling is also a persiflage on the cliché of how women are portrayed in music videos and how certain activities are subconsciously connected to gender roles”.
Originally formed Edo Van Breeman and trumpetist Bryan Davies, the duo slowly evolved into a band, releasing their debut album Mt. Chimaera and touring extensively in Europe and North America, including Festival appearances at Iceland Airwaves, Pop Montreal, SXSW, The Great Escape, Incubate Festival and many more.
After their latest release Mean Sun (2012), Brasstronaut, the 6-piece from Vancouver, British Columbia, return with a self-titled LP consisting of nine tracks that continue to embrace elements of rock, pop, electronic,
and even hints of jazz, Afrobeat and disco. On the cover of the LP we find a series of illustrations where each band member’s face, skull and instruments are threaded together through overlapping lines.
With members pursuing various solo projects from their different bases in Vancouver, Winnipeg and New York, the album first emerged from a series of audio sketches that were ping-ponged across the continent until certain ideas began to emerge and gain momentum. Gradually they found their rapport and developed bits of the sonic language which would become the basis for the album. It’s a sound that sees familiar strands of the band’s experimental roots expanded upon towards something more confidently kinetic, while at the same time drawing from each member’s strength to form a more kaleidoscopic whole.
The band’s vocalist/keys player, Edo Van Breemen, talks about the meaning of the song:
“How does one cope with earthly responsibilities in a world where his boss is a master of rave. Diving in and out of dungeons with subwoofers, laden thick with clouds of cigarette smoke, watching the sunrise to an orchestra of seagulls at the bottom of Clark Street near the Port of Vancouver. And then working on sci-fi movies for elusive suited men somewhere in f this profession, but carrying on listlessly and loyally under the shroud of a rave shadow.”