Sometime, waay back in 2006, a friend of mine emailed me and invited me to come and see her band. I couldn’t actually go that night, I was working, but I did go along to their next gig, with my little brother. It was at a dodgy, smelly pub, somewhere near central station. They were opening for a weird cover band. There weren’t many of us in the room.
And I think they’d played about two songs before I realised they were amazing.
Since, I’ve morphed from friend to fan. I’ve been to so many gigs, I’ve genuinely lost count (there are at least 20 I can remember). But more than that, I have measured out my life in Cloud Control songs… So much has happened, so much has changed, and each song is pegged, to me, to a time and place along those years.
Mexico makes me laugh and sing and think of my lovely Mexican housemate, Yvonne, whom I lived with for a year in 07 and 08. Ashes is the song I listened to, from the bootleg, in the Summer In Which I Had No Direction. In Your World is a road trip with friends that I took in early 08. Vintage Books is a boy who hurt me. Buffalo County is the night I wore my new shoes to a show at the Hopetoun, that made me tall and my feet bleed, and gave me the scars on my ankle.
And Death Cloud. Well, Death Cloud is 2009, which is at once the best and worst year of my life thus far. New friends, old friends, incredible opportunities. Pretty shitty lows, tears. Going to the White House (though that, technically, was 2010). Throughout, “It’s a pattern, baby” has been both a literal and metaphoric refrain.
Their debut album was released today. It’s not without a note of pride that I can say it’s amazing. Like, mind-blowingly so. Every song is fantastic. I’m amazed at how many of the words I know just from going to shows (or maybe not so amazed…). The ones I didn’t know were a new delight, though. The play count on There’s Nothing In The Water We Can’t Fight is already frighteningly high.
I can’t wait to hear all these songs, old and new, at the album launch tonight. It’s going to be amazing.