Tiny Moving Parts command the emo circuit, delivering blistering songs, abundant in sneers and lyrics of regret. The band also fuse together pessimistic words often poetic and mesmerising, choruses bound in throat ripping urgency.
They’re the type of act purposefully pulling at fear and redemption, craving for release and closure, but cascading into total mayhem. Chaos is explored, it’s imprinted in their music, and it’s fastened like a durable seatbelt, cutting into the skin.
Yes, this music is depressing, it’s highly evocative and diverse, but it may make you whimper, it may make you march towards the tissues, and it may start an episode of endless searching.
After the tears, there will be empowerment. Tiny Moving Parts write songs which naturally push at the heart, they share their passions and secrets. Compassion is there too, focused on and nurtured, complete in its delivery.
Bashfulness breaks through eventually, snapping the tendons between hope and glory. But, as we figure out what we’re trying to say. Tiny Moving Parts are a collective, already throwing words around like confetti, braving the wind of change.
These musicians are highly competent. The lyricism is fundamentally brilliant, it is a joy to listen to them prying open little boxes in their minds, and shooting off strands of poetic wonder. Tiny Moving Parts are firstly a band of masterminds, then they bolster their instrumentals abilities, sharpening them like an arrow struck against stone.
The record has been named Swell. It captivates beyond expectation, forcefully pushing boundaries of emo sounds. Applause begins the album with flair and loud notes. The riff is pleasing and technical, and those hard-hitting vocals appear through the instrumentals.
The subject matter is a solemn take on imperfection. The lyrics describe feelings of disbelief and hurt. Caution is lyrically spellbinding. It delivers a true story of mistrust and emptiness. The protagonist wants to feel alive, he wants a small break from the pain.
Snappy guitar lines are present here, as well as pounding drumbeats. Malfunction is loud and generous with its blazing guitar sequences. The storyteller wants to restore his pride, he wants to be close to someone but has been derailed as an outcast.
Tiny Moving Parts excel again here. They’re a band worthy of elevating beyond the underground. Their words and sounds are truly formidable and relevant.