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Some reviews:
"This comes from Newcastle? Impressively removed from its birthplace, famous for bogans, Silverchair and steelworks, Glass Army prop up songs about meds, the distraught remains of love and a cold city with shattering guitars and a clear-night-sky type of sound. Taking notes from Interpol, Editors and even, um, Coldplay, it lands itself somewhere between shoegaze, new wave and pop, simultaneously being jangly, epic and light enough to appeal to fans of each. Bios Baby doesn't rely on this esotericism, and definitely doesn't disconnect itself in the ball of introverted depression you would expect from lyrics like "You say it best / with a knife in your chest". Instead, it is emotionally engaging and warm, a strong, fluid tenor melding effortlessly with the sparkling arrangements. This being said, I still can't help feel as though I'm, at points, listening to a more intelligent Snow Patrol record."
"This is an astonishingly good debut. On Bios Baby, Glass Army have created a distinctive, warm sound. Its dreamy soundscape belies Alex Bulley's deep, brooding voice, as we are lured on a night walk through cold city streets. The track Bulworth has hooks and ruminations that will resonate through your mind for a long time after the music has ended. When Glass Army lift in volume, you'll feel chills. Let them wash over you."
"This seven track release should cement Glass Army as the heirs apparent to the '90s Melbourne slow-core likes of early Gersey and Gaslight Radio: they lack the space and gentleness of, say, Art Of Fighting, but songs like We're All Going Straight To Japan would have sit comfortably on Hope Springs or Hitch On The Leaves (or, for that matter, Death Cab For Cutie's Plans). Then again, on songs like It's Murder they reach out for more of a Doves-style grandeur (at least until that Cure-alike flanged guitar solo comes in). Maybe they and Pitching Woo should get together and party like it's 1996."
Jore was the son of a chimney sweep in the 1920s. For thrippence a week, he would run between adjusting the pan in the hearth and handing his father tools outside with a tagline. His relationship with his father can best be characterised by listening to the "tap tap, clunk clunk" of his dad's boots on the tiled roofs of Stockton. It was from these first working years after The Great War that he derived a keen sense of percussion and vowed, should he survive the next eighty-odd years, to start what he called "a rock'n'roll band."
Jesse, after playing a major strategic role in the victory over FOX in the 2999 Nuclear Media War, was granted an honourable discharge from the BBC and retired to his yacht on the Sea of Tranquility, which had been filled over hundreds of years with iWater after Steve Jobs first colonised the moon in 2033. Jesse spent most of his time studying the history of 30th Century guitar until he'd saved enough of his officer-class pension to take a time holiday back to 2004 and relive the dying years of what they used to call "rock'n'roll."
Al was working in a frozen mongoose stand at Charlestown Square one day, and decided to nip off to the staff toilets for a quick piss. No sooner had he made it into the foul room than he heard the door lock behind him. Quickly spinning around and assuming a Feng Shui attack stance, he found himself facing two unlikely characters. A skinny, sooty old man, and a four-star general of the BBC. They hauled him into one of the stalls and forced his head into the tepid water, flushing over and over and yelling "NERD!" What a coincidence, then, that a year later the three of them ended up starting an indie rock band called "Glass Army."
great stuff. loving the arrangments, and the vox have this really cool elbow thing going on...
when are you guys in melbourne again? if we're not playing ourselves it'd be great to bring the guys along and check it out live... right up our alley.
yeah np i know jordan ur drummer... he probably doesnt remember me but im martin... im capree gauls step son might remember me probably wont like ur music keep it up
hello boys, if you are in the vicinity, and are indeed looking for sweet lady tunes, it might be me that sates you. if you are at home, stay warm, if you are in uruguay, eat the pudding.
Hey guys, thanks for the add. Your music kicks arse, it's a shame that I found out it about too late to ever catch it live. If you decide to come back to gigging at some point, let us know and hopefully we'll have the chance to share a bill sometime.
