Foyer Red have today released their new single titled ‘Blood’, in anticipation of their upcoming EP, ‘Zigzag Wombat’ this Friday (October 22nd).
The single is a welcome introduction to those not painted red yet, with just enough of that sound and splattered with that quirky originality that we need more of in the #indie music scene. The banter is ballistic and the music follows along in such a way as to not be guessable. This is what an original song should sound like.
Foyer Red announced their debut EP this summer, which is coming out this Friday on Terrible Records’ Flexible. The Brooklyn-based band is back today with their new single “Blood”, which encapsulates all the carefree chaos of their weirdo art-meets-post-punk EP. Lead singer Elana Riordan’s sweet vocals take center stage with Mitch Myers’ off-kilter talk-singing playing off the gruesome story of their new single.
Their debut, Zigzag Wombat, is somehow both twee and aggressive at the same time; their playfully chaotic arrangements bridge art-punk, math rock, and sweetly sung indie with a dash of the zoomies. Imbuing their lyrics with fantastical imagery derived from quotidian experiences (“I saw this graffiti tag one day, “zig zag wombat angel” says Elana Riordan on the inspiration behind “Plutterbee” and title of their EP), the songwriting trio of Elana Riordan, Marco Ocampo, and Mitch Myers have crafted a compelling, complex and clever introduction to their varied sound. Citing Canadian underground math-rock legends Luge (Riordan), Atlanta’s incredible post-punk Omni (Ocampo), and Björk (Myers) as musical inspirations there’s something confounding and utterly brilliant about Foyer Red’s debut EP Zigzag Wombat. Speaking to the new single Elana Riordan recalls the harrowing injury that inspired the new track:
“Our song, “Blood”, was one of the last songs we wrote on the EP! We wanted to try something poppier, and once Mitch came up with the melody, I felt compelled to write about a real story, personal and raw, but long enough ago that I can laugh about it now.
In the summer of 2019, after a glorious night of friends and drinking and dancing at the Hypoluxo show at Our Wicked Lady, I suffered a horrible injury that took months of recovery and gave me what I call my “blood baby”. When I got home that night with Marco, we had to take our dog, Fig, out for a walk. Marco dove face-first into the couch, so I took it upon myself to take her out alone. Drunk and clumsy in my cowboy boots, I managed to slip as Fig pulled me down the stairs and I flew many feet in the air. It really wasn’t her fault, she was a puppy at the time and was just really excited to go outside! I blacked out and woke up with my face on the floor of our building. I screamed and cried all night long, literally howling, with Marco holding various frozen foods on my face and body. The left side of my face took most of the fall.
I was a full time student at the time, commuting into the city every day. For the next few months, I cycled through various stages of physical and emotional healing. My face turned red, purple, blue– then green… yellow. (“October’s latest fills in the porcelain”) It was fascinating, and I was captivated by the back and forth between injury and healing, between flesh and mind. Other people were fascinated too, even concerned, or in the strangest of cases, amused?! During a time where I was commuting much more than usual, I felt fragile and breakable in my body like I never had before, literally terrified of being bumped into. The left side of my face is still incredibly sensitive, and although it has dissipated for the most part, what felt like a pocket of congealed blood right under my cheekbone became known as my “blood baby”, and I referred to it often as if it had a life of its own.”
Featured image by Sam Yi.