Vocalist/lyricist Emily Massey, guitarist/producer Henry Stoehr, bassist Alex Leeds, and drummer Teddy Mathews have an electric chemistry, one that allows them to nimbly reach new sonic heights across their new album, Yard. Building upon the sticky hooks and dreamy rock seen in their earlier music, Yard spans listless guitar, a raw-to-the-bone piano ballad, and belt-along worthy pop-punk to craft a bigger sound.
On Yard, Slow Pulp nestles comfortably into pockets of nuance, impressions, contradictions—sonics and lyrics finessed together to bottle the specific tension of a feeling you’ve never quite been able to find the right words for. In that regard, listening to Slow Pulp can feel like being in a room with someone who’s known you so long that they can read your every micro-expression and pinpoint exactly how you’re feeling before you can. Perhaps this spawns from the band’s own shared history and chemistry; in various ways, the four of them grew up—are still growing up—together.