Instrument swapping is an intrinsic part of the sound of London-based trio, Wicketkeeper. Far from being a mid-set novelty, the idea seems fundamental to a band that pride themselves on their brand “shonky primitive indie punk”—a communal spirit and DIY philosophy where energy and enthusiasm stoke the embers of experimentation and blow away any worries about technical proficiency.
After being part of Luau Records’ Quab Dub release, joining Car Seat Headrest, Brunch and Hyperturf on a four-way split album, and releasing a self-titled EP via Reefers Records, Wicketkeeper spent some time recording with Lindsay Corstorphine (Sauna Youth, Primitive Parts) at The Gun Factory in London to crank out some new material.
The resulting single ‘Night Night (whatever)’ is a perfect encapsulation of the Wicketkeeper style. “It’s super fun to play because we’re holding on for dear life, Simon Morley explains. “I play drums and sing on this track and I’d never played drums before we started Wicketkeeper, so it’s a challenge for sure!” And holding on for dear life is an apt image for a song packing all the momentum of a runaway train, possessing the distinctive feel of a live performance in its gloriously energy. This upbeat tempo belies the lyrics and vocal delivery, a bummed out dissatisfaction that seems determined to loose itself within the flow.
“Spilt milk on fractured bones
Carve up the subtle tones
Handshakes on weakened palms
Done deals on false alarmsThe blindness of the everyday routine
Served up in monotony’s canteen
Disregard whatever could have been
Oh night night whatever so serene”