FOR ten years, Vancouver six-piece Brasstronaut have been exploring musical grounds like a rootless jongleurs; unhappy to define themselves by a sound. This has seen the outfit shift between aching indie rock and Afrobeat without the slightest hint of laxity. But after meandering between the genres, it appears Brasstronaut has finally found a happy ground where there’s “nothing wrong if people want to dance to a thing or two.”

Cue ‘Sooner Or Later’ – the newest track from Brasstronaut’s self-titled third album, hitting our shores from February 24 via Tin Angel Records.

It’s a track that will no doubt please hip-shakers both here and in Canada. Led by pianist and singer Edo Van Breeman, the self-confessed ‘seeker of other places’, the track demonstrates all that is compelling with this well-travelled group. With Van Breeman’s nervous Oliver Sims’ – of The xx famed – hushed tones on a constant path of eruption throughout, it’s left to the remaining five to continue to slap down a jarring groove below.
‘Sooner or Later’ is a song that according to its guitarist Tariq Hussain comments “on the culture of disposable music created by the internet”. And what a statement. The fusion of jaded guitar and simmering horns really cement within the grooving verse and restrained chorus.

But as with any great soon-to-be dancefloor anthem, it’s the climax that must be on point. Foals know the drill. Crushing build-up soaked in more breaks than an commercial-soaked American football game, before the rupturing, nerve-shredding end. ‘Sooner or Later’ is this and more. The choir of voices chanting the title above a high-octane mix of horns and guitar. Immense. It just has that perfect lift. Like a warped phoenix emerging from the flames.

The band’s newest album promises to be their most pleasing. And although for Brasstronaut, a group founded on an almighty desire to constantly move, they have found a perfect formula, they have never sounded more at home.

Words by Clive Hammond


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