SAM FENDER ANNOUNCES DEBUT ALBUM DETAILS
“HYPERSONIC MISSILES” IS RELEASED ON 9THAUGUST 2019 THROUGH POLYDOR RECORDS.
Sam Fender is pleased to announce details of his debut album, Hypersonic Missiles. It is released on the 9thAugust
2019.
Hypersonic Missileswas written, recorded and produced at
Fender’s own self-built warehouse studio in North Shields. It was
recorded alongside long-standing friend and producer, Bramwell Bronte.
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When Sam Fender won the BRITs Critics’ Choice award at the tail end of
2018, his name was added to a list of previous winners that includes the
likes of Adele, Florence & The Machine, Sam Smith, and Ellie
Goulding. It’s a veritable hall of fame that feels a
million miles away from the guitar-fuelled indie rock that Sam writes.
It was deserved recognition for the hard-working Fender, but nobody was
as shocked as he was when he first heard the news, driving past his old
secondary school where a teacher once told
him to put his musical aspirations to one side because it would amount
to nothing. “Absolutely crackers!” as Fender proclaimed upon reflection.
Sam Fender is a rare talent. A 24-year-old working-class musician from
the North who plays every gig as though it might well be his last, armed
with this huge, cavernous vocal, guitar strapped on (a Fender,
obviously), and fuelled by that seemingly old-school
belief that great guitar music still has the power to change lives and
influence people.
Straight out of school, Fender found work behind the bar in a local
Shields pub (“a drinking town with a fishing problem” he’s joked on more
than one occasion). He was discovered by his eventual manager when the
pub’s landlord, recognising him, nudged Sam to
go fetch his guitar and play something. Fender, usually castigated for
musing on a guitar during work hours, picked it up and belted out two or
three songs of his own. The pair have worked with each other ever
since.
There’s a loose thread that has run through all of Sam’s songs to date
and that’s in the focus of his lyrics. Observational, questioning and
socially engaged, Sam has an innate gift for simplifying matters of the
newsworthy and topical. “I don’t have answers
only questions” he clarifies on the eyebrow-raising multi-vocal layered
new track White Privilege, but there’s a canny simplicity here that
seems to be touching and speaking plainly to people in their hundreds of
thousands. Those words reflect conversations
occurring right across the globe, amongst friends in cafes, pubs, and
out on the terraces. Frustrations. Misunderstandings. Despair.
Dead Boys, a song that really raised the stakes for Sam soon after
signing his record deal, tackles the taboo of male suicide. Having lost
close friends to the epidemic and read up on the matter to better
understand it, Fender was compelled to address it head
on in song. The reaction was immediate. Aided by a stunning Vincent
Haycock directed video, young men have since cautiously approached Sam
after shows to thank him for writing it. Radio stations have received
notes from their listeners on a similar theme.
It’s touched a nerve, and got people talking. It’s done what good music
can do and already become far bigger than just a belting tune. And on Hypersonic Missiles, there’s a sense that there are far more of those revelations still to come.
It’s a brave record too, with some of its subject matter cutting deep into the grain. The Borders recalls,“[you] pinned
me to the ground/eight years old with a replica gun pushing in my skull
saying you’re going to kill me if I tell/Never did and I never
will/that house was living hell” and ‘you can’t stand me. I can’t stand me too’ it’s
wrapped inside a direct and propulsive driven anthem, with sax
flourishes in homage to his hero Bruce Springsteen. These are despatches
from a gloomy and oft
forgotten northern town, pea-soup fogged by hardship and a distinct
lack of self-belief amongst its people.
Will We Talk In The Morning chugs incessantly evoking the smash-and-grab
sound of New York, but replaces the imagery of those bustling sidewalks
with the WKD-drenched, neon-lit gutters of Newcastle. If it’s not
already, this is destined to become a sturdy live
favourite. A sub three-minute rock’n’roll anthem.
Like all artists of a certain persuasion, especially those who have read
the back history of Oasis and their ilk every which way, Fender and his
band of close pals took to the road. They took to it relentlessly, and
to anywhere and to anyone who would have
them. The crowds grew bigger, peppered by record label executives
flying in from the far reaches of the world all reacting to excitable
reports fuelled by the word of mouth. Sam wasn’t interested, releasing
his self-penned garden shed demos online and limited-edition
vinyl (funded solely by the shows) so that any new fans who hazarded
upon him in their local venues could listen to something at home too. It
was a DIY enterprise in its purest sense. Of those early releases, only
Play God and Leave Fast feature on Hypersonic
Missiles(there’s no room for the biting Millennial nor Friday
Fighting). The live show is an instant attraction. That powerful vocal
sounds too big for anywhere other than a field, and that graft on the
road now finds his songs belted back to him by both
the youthful (and ever supportive) Radio 1/Radio X/Absolute Radio
listeners, and an altogether gruffer chorus from the back of the room
that finds their dads in fine voice too.
Sam’s shows now sell out instantly, with a hometown show at Tynemouth
Castle in the Summer moving 4000 tickets quicker than most new artists
manage in the capital to an eighth of the size. He follows that show by
heading south to support Bob Dylan and Neil
Young in London’s Hyde Park. And a recent trip to the US found the buzz
and excitement had already stretched over to the Atlantic, with further
sold out shows greeting this immensely likeable young Geordie. Festival
season can’t come soon enough.
As litmus tests go, Sam Fender has passed them all, and now with Hypersonic Missiles, Britain’s most likely tois absolutely going to.
LP Tracklisting: Hypersonic Missiles / The
Borders / White Privilege / Dead Boys / You’re Not The Only One / Play
God / That Sound / Saturday / Will We Talk In The Morning / Two
People / Call Me Lover / Leave Fast / Use (live)
Sam Fender Live:
17thApril – Badaboum, Paris
18thApril – Doornroosje, Nijmegen
20thApril – Tivoliredenburg, Utrecht
22ndApril – Gloria, Koln SOLD OUT
24thApril – Columbia Theater, Berlin SOLD OUT
25thApril – Technikum, Munchen SOLD OUT
26thApril – Papiersaal, Zurich
28thApril – Orangerie, Brussels
29thApril – Melkweg, Amsterdam
2ndMay – Ritz, Manchester SOLD OUT
3rdMay – QMU, Glasgow SOLD OUT
4thMay – Live at Leeds
6thMay – Shepherds Bush Empire, London SOLD OUT
7thMay – Shepherds Bush Empire, London SOLD OUT
10thMay – O2 Academy, Birmingham SOLD OUT
12thMay – Lemon Grove, Exeter SOLD OUT
13thMay – SWX, Bristol SOLD OUT
26thMay – Neighbourhood Weekender, Warrington
1stJune – All Points Festival, London (w/ Mumford & Sons)
10thJune – Pinkpop Festival, Landgraaf
13thJune – Bergenfest, Bergen
28thJune – Glastonbury Festival
5thJuly – Down The Rabbit Hole Festival, Nijmegen
6thJuly – Barn On The Farm, Highnam
11thJuly – Tynemouth Castle, North Shields SOLD OUT
12thJuly – Hyde Park, London (w/ Bob Dylan + Neil Young)
13thJuly – TRNSMT Festival, Glasgow
16thAugust – Summer Sonic, Tokyo
18thAugust – Summer Sonic, Osaka
31stAugust – Electric Picnic, Laois Ireland