The horrors of The Horrors

I first heard The Horrors during Second Year when I was 19. In my mind, this was a glorious rebellion and if I could have the film of those 365 days released from my mind’s eye I would set it against Primary Colours at double speed. These were days when I fell into myself and was beginning to become comfortable with my opinions and who I was. I was enjoying broadening my horizons with friends and what they offered me. I could sit in my room and read for a whole week, and feel more enlightened than ever attending a lecture or a party. I was arrogant in my confidence and people behaved sycophantically at me because of this confidence I exhumed. When I sang to The Horrors on the shop floor once at work, this man I worked with decided to leave his fiance because he thought I gave him a look of suggestion – in fact it was a stare into space as I focused on the way Who Can Say was making me feel. I had just started listening to The Horrors. I call this guy my stalker, and it’s laughable as he’s since married that fateful fiance.

One lazy Saturday afternoon, mid-Spring, I had spent the afternoon listening to The Horrors and feeling particularly undone. I had watched The Breakfast Club whilst drinking coffee in between necking pro plus and other illegal substances. The shoegaze ensemble were encompassing my favourite sounds of the 80s and I felt bitter about my existence because I felt I needed a Breakfast Club along with psychedelic, haunting guitar riffs during my teens and all I had was the sounds from my parents mix tapes – it was a shame in that moment that they preferred Blondie to Simple Minds. In that space of 12 minutes after the opening credits and before Three Decades had even ended, I had packed a bag and was on a train to Sheffield. I had this burning urge to be back in a place that knew me, the place that had shaped me. I sat in the window seat so happy with myself and with New Ice Age on the highest sound my headphones would allow.

When I returned back to University a few days later, I was still myself, but it was like I’d cleansed myself. I began substituting The Horrors for other music, not purposely but it was like they were an evil in me. When I listen now, especially to Primary Colours, I want to scream along and act like I’ve not learnt a lesson at all. That’s almost 5 years ago now and thankfully, they took to a synthesised sound with Skying rather than the psychedelic narcotic which was eating me – which I loved! They feel like a completely different band to me. I can’t wait for the new album, I’m enticing how they’re going to make me feel next.

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Je suis natalie

I am a history teaching, melancholic and I think about life as much as I live it. I spend time between records and books. There have always been ideas worth fighting for.

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