Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Ian Grimble and Richard Matthews of Communion Music at 2KHz, Crouch End, London
When you really look at it, when you get right in there and stare at the future, there are very few parts of it that don't just scare the shit out of you. There are all those damned unknowns. They can come out of nowhere and they can come out from right under your nose. It's horrifying how they can get you, but they always do - all of those things that we could have never seen coming. The way that London band Born Blonde looks at it, it's all a bit of a haze. We can no more build it than we can think of it, consider how it's going to roll out. It's going to greet us like a big, wet, red smack across the face and it's not going to resemble anything that we could have ever imagined.
Standing here, always, on the precipice of what's coming next is daunting. We're here, looking at beauty that's not just going to fade, but it's going to deteriorate in a way that's going to repulse us. It's just the way that it works. We're going to look up and we're going to be hundreds of dreams achieved short of where we thought we'd be at this very point in our lives and it's bound to bring us down a couple of notches. We're bound to be thicker around the middle and thinner in the wallet than we ever thought was going to be possible. The future is just something that never happened. It's not the future that we thought we were signing up for. It's not the land of dreamsicles and hallelujahs, but more something that you're going to approach tentatively. Little by little, we proceed.
Lead singer Arthur Delaney, guitarist Fraser MacColl, drummer George Day, keyboardist Tom McFarland and bassist Joshua Lloyd-Watson craft a feeling of rubbing our eyes, trying to figure out if we're seeing what we're seeing, if we're catching all of this. It's a scene that's filled with fears and wishes. It's developed into a mood of complete and utter fascination with what's going to come next, not what's supposed to come next. We're nothing if not expectant.