***PRE-ORDER*** This ships on release date May 14th 2021.
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New studio album from the Dunedin (NZ) songsmiths helmed by the enigmatic Martin Phillipps with artwork by Trees’ David Costa.
Dunedin’s finest, The Chills release their seventh studio album ‘Scatterbrain’, a glorious self-examination of Martin Phillipps’ songwriting hot (ish) on the heels of the hugely successful ‘Snowbound’ (2018) and the critically-acclaimed movie ‘The Chills: The Triumph And Tragedy Of Martin Phillipps’ a year later.
“It’s about artistic integrity, self-realisation, self-acceptance and a reflection on mortality.” The Guardian
Now in 2021, Phillipps is now taking stock of things – everything. Yes, everything. The result is this triumphant new Chills’ album ‘Scatterbrain’, a thought-provoking and evocative take from a man who has lived through good times and bad.
A mature and honest reflection on life, destiny and the fate of our times delivered in beautiful melodies with Phillipps’ trademarked incisive turn of phrase.
Viewed from the perspective of a man understanding his age and indeed his own mortality, the new album takes a mature look at matters arising with a side order of perspective.
‘Scatterbrain’ is a life passing before your ears as uncertainty increases and fake news rumbles on; during which aliens invade, Phillipps scales the walls beyond abandon as he probes the minutiae of worlds within worlds and the hourglass fills.
A landmark album from one of the great modern song writers, it’s pure pop music for the new normal and we can’t wait to see how it ends…
This band has been with me since my first ever mail order: from Ajax, the "Live on WFMU" 7". More than other many-splendored records from this plague year, this'n en particulier feels like a specially-targeted gift for me from Jesus or Trotsky or whomever. Rhythm section rumbles, vocals soar, and what those decades-old twin guitars do and don't do is as plain and astonishing as a muddy creek dripping. Spellbinding, cool. Patrick Hayden