Steakfry - 'Faith Is Not Enough'
Psychedelic bedroom Rock n Roller Steakfry’s ‘Faith Is Not Enough’ is well-crafted dirty Garage Rock N Roll. Simple but effective, just the way you like it.
Steakfry is 21 and hails from Reno Nevada. He has been making music since 2015 in his garage and bedroom and has released a handful of albums in the last 4 years, Like it! With only 800 monthly listeners at the moment on Spotify he is relatively underground, Love a fresh act....Again it's a tick from me!
'Faith Is Not Enough' is the first of a new 9 track album entitled 'Cave Paintings' which is being trickled out track by track each week from July 17th 2020. Giving you just enough time to listen to each track on repeat over and over and over which I'm sure is what must've been his intention because It is very Moorish stuff indeed!!
‘Faith Is Not Enough’ ticks all the boxes for fans of White Denim, Cloud Control and perhaps even a smidgin of Black Keys. The track opens with a frantic drum roll accompanied by atmospheric guitar chops. A dominant fuzzy bass and Kurt Vile esq vocal follow giving the track an upbeat groove with a downbeat sentiment.
At the beginning speak of loss and uncertainty, pessimistic views about the future which develop through to a chorus of 'All my fears come back to you' and the speak of 'Moving on and 'letting go' pointing to new horizons for the singer songwriter. A classic tale of love, loss and recovery here but undoubtably for the best it seems.
With spikey guitar soloing toward the end the track is sharp and exciting. The energetic bass and drums make for a bouncy affair. Steakfry is STRAIGHT into my playlist this week and I'm motivated to explore his output asap and get some tickets booked for a show...remember them!
I'd urge you to check the artists other work including - ‘Deep Thought’ from 2018. Available on Spotify/SoundCloud/Bandcamp. Look out for that merch and album full release in July! Sweeeeet stuff!
You can also check out a fun YouTube video of the band rocking out to ‘Deep Thought’ whilst quarantining.
Words of Marc Edmans for When the Horn Blows