Zero Mile Presents
The Belle Game
285 West Washington St
Athens, GA, 30601
Doors 8:00 PM / Show 9:00 PM (event ends at 12:00 AM)
This event is all ages
The early 1980s weren’t the best of times to be an aspiring guitar player. Twenty years earlier, the head of Decca records, Dick Rowe, had made the biggest A&R gaff in pop history with the legendary clanger "Guitar groups are on their way out, Mr Epstein". But in 1982, Rowe’s apocalyptic prophecy suddenly sounded frighteningly real. After the initial roar and storm of punk, British pop music had succumbed to a synthesizer-driven pursuit of new waves and new romanticisms. In an age of Vienna’s, Tainted Love’s and Too Shy’s, the pure sound of six-stringed, melodic pop - be it as amorous as The Beatles, as lascivious as The Stones or as giddy as T.Rex - was fast becoming a lost cause with few willing to fight its corner.
That all changed with Johnny Marr.
Born in Manchester on Halloween 1963, of Irish heritage, Marr’s earliest musical memories are the get-togethers of his extended family, perhaps - as his early guitar idol Marc Bolan would sing - dancing himself out of the womb to the traditional strains of Black Velvet Band. As a child he’d be spellbound by his parents’ record collection: the forlorn dramas of Del Shannon, the prison doldrums of Johnny Cash and the heart-popping bliss of his mother’s Four Tops singles. All these influences would linger at the back of the boy Marr’s brain, waiting for the command to attack his finger tips at a later date.
That date finally came during the early summer of 1982 when Marr, just 18 years-old, formed The Smiths after seeking out the reclusive and elusive Stretford poet, Morrissey. Musically, the sound of The Smiths was a guitar noise nostalgically familiar yet equally dumbfounding in its pristine newness. The tunes were giant, euphoric and instantaneous but woven together with such nimble flair it appeared as if the guitar was playing Marr instead of the other way round. Lost for words, early critics of the day undersold him with the words "jingle" and "jangle" when, had they tried, they might better have described the sound of Johnny Marr as that of Van Gogh’s Starry Night in angry animation. Or the echo of diamonds raining down upon zinc-plated cobblestones. Or the sound of kitchen cutlery bouncing off a gaffer-taped Telecaster (which, ridiculous as it sounds, is how Marr achieved some of the resonant clangs in This Charming Man.)
The Belle Game
Belle Game return with their sophomore record, Fear/Nothing. Produced by Kevin Drew (Broken Social Scene) and David Hamelin (The Stills), Fear/Nothing yields 10 spacious tracks, balancing lavender glazed pop with reverberating feedback and pop-star massive choruses.
Over 3 years writing and recording in apartments, studios, derelict houses between Vancouver, Toronto and Montreal, the band discovered an entirely new sound which they describe as “crush pop”. The mood of Fear/Nothing, (Arts & Crafts), is malleable - with moments of triumph meeting feelings of doubt. One moment buckling under pressure or existential confusion and the next you feel yourself soaring through the clouds with Andrea Lo’s expansive vocals.
"A theme that's constantly touched upon, in a very broad and universal sense, is the nature of duality in life, and how these things all somehow, maddeningly so, coexist with each other," Lo reveals of her range of emotion on the LP. "It fucks with your head, that's the way life goes."