SeeYouSpaceCowboy are a band you need to watch in 2019. [PC: Allix Johnson]
California’s self-appointed “sasscore” outfit, SeeYouSpaceCowboy, are one of the best up-and-coming groups in the underground scene of late. Blending together great hints of Myspace-era skramz, math-core, metalcore and post-hardcore – label ’em whatever genre you want, just don’t you dare call them screamo – they’re one of the most exciting acts coming through right now. Along with their proud support for LGBTQ representation and rights, they’re one of the better bands reviving the energy and sound of older artists like The Blood Brothers, Number 12 Looks Like You, and Iwrestledabearonce, to name a few who paved the way.
They’ve really taken me be storm lately. After discovering the San Diego/Los Angeles four-piece in big thanks to this recent Hate5six video (cheers Sunny), I fell head over heels in love with them due to their 2017 EP, ‘Fashion Statements of the Socially Aware‘; a bonkers release that I cannot recommend enough. Their strong, politicised lyrics and awesome Cowboy Bebop referencing moniker are both an added win. (Cowboy Bebop is still one of the best anime’s ever made, FYI).
Like with Vein and other bands who crush through underground ceilings, eventually people will notice the quality music and hard work put in – record labels included. Which brings us to the now, as SeeYouSpaceCowboy (SYSC) sign with Pure Noise Records, who have released their debut label full-length, ‘Songs For The Firing Squad‘ – a re-release of all their previous material with two brand spanking new tracks included. All of which is big news that comes coupled with one of those hectic new tracks being dropped, ‘Self Help Specialist Ends Own Life‘.
‘Self Help Specialist Ends Own Life‘ (an ironic name that sounds like the title of an Onion article), is as bat-shit crazed as any other SYSC track. Which is to say that it’s really solid! In less than two-minutes, the band tear you asunder with bludgeoning instrumentals, dissonant riffs, off-kilter rhythms, all combined with Connie Sgarbossa’s blood-curdling screams and sassy half-spoken, half-sung vocals. It’s an intense, visceral ride; one that’s just long enough and never overstays it’s welcome; one that demands you to reject forked tongues, to state your own truth, and to fight for worthy causes with a powerful declaration: “no god is a shackle worth saving/this is the deicide of dogma.”
It’s also a trip that I implore you all to take! Have a look or three below: