WINTERFOX // WIFEY // BODY MASS
Winterfox is the brain child of ex-Go/No-Go frontman Stephen Claxton. At its heart is catchy pop songs that are stitched together with threads of alt-rock, indie pop, messy folk and alt-county. Expect quiet verses, loud choruses, driving bass and drums, lush spacious soundscapes of guitars and keys, melodic vocals and harmonies where they count.
Wifey are a sonic layer-cake with literary pretentions on top, boy/girl singing on a bed of backing vocals, complex six piece arrangements underneath it all with sounds ranging from face-melting fuzz to baroque string and violin textures... Oh and a base of sponge cake soaked in slivovits.
Body Mass is a moping 40yo still crying about stuff that happened to him when he was 20. Dark folk core splattered with reverb drenched guitar loops and glitches.
Winterfox is the brain child of ex-Go/No-Go frontman Stephen Claxton. At its heart is catchy pop songs that are stitched together with threads of alt-rock, indie pop, messy folk and alt-county. Expect quiet verses, loud choruses, driving bass and drums, lush spacious soundscapes of guitars and keys, melodic vocals and harmonies where they count.
Wifey are a sonic layer-cake with literary pretentions on top, boy/girl singing on a bed of backing vocals, complex six piece arrangements underneath it all with sounds ranging from face-melting fuzz to baroque string and violin textures... Oh and a base of sponge cake soaked in slivovits.
Body Mass is a moping 40yo still crying about stuff that happened to him when he was 20. Dark folk core splattered with reverb drenched guitar loops and glitches.
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Winterfox is the brain child of ex-Go/No-Go frontman Stephen Claxton. At its heart is catchy pop songs that are stitched together with threads of alt-rock, indie pop, messy folk and alt-county. Expect quiet verses, loud choruses, driving bass and drums, lush spacious soundscapes of guitars and keys, melodic vocals and harmonies where they count.
Wifey are a sonic layer-cake with literary pretentions on top, boy/girl singing on a bed of backing vocals, complex six piece arrangements underneath it all with sounds ranging from face-melting fuzz to baroque string and violin textures… Oh and a base of sponge cake soaked in slivovits.
Body Mass is a moping 40yo still crying about stuff that happened to him when he was 20. Dark folk core splattered with reverb drenched guitar loops and glitches.
