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The label ‘new rave’ is likely to evoke nostalgia and discomfort in equal measure in indie fans of a certain age; sure, the likes of Klaxons, The Sunshine Underground and New Young Pony Club were great while they lasted, but you have to wonder whether the haste of the UK press - especially the NME - in designating the work of those bands as being representative of a new scene being born - especially one with a name as dodgy as new rave - was key to how quickly it all seemed to collapse.
It’s strange to see a band formed in 2009 - after the accepted death of that scene - be labelled with the tag, then, but Is Tropical are really a post-new rave outfit; alongside the likes of Egyptian Hip Hop, who they’ve toured with, they’ve formed the vanguard of bands looking to make interesting and complex high-tempo indie electronica since the likes of Klaxons faded away. Is Tropical have proven their longevity, with three records under their belts already - 2011’s ‘Native To’, 2013’s ‘I’m Leaving’ and 2014’s ‘Black Anything’ - as well as a Latin America-influenced EP, ‘Flags’. They were one of the first bands ever to play in Mongolia, in April 2013.
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London's Is Tropical, merging indie-pop and electronica together, have gained a reputation as globe-trotting gallivants and partyholic skedaddlers, traipsing from continent to continent to demonstrate their sonic wares. They imbue their sounds with the odd exotic nuance, but for the most part, dabble in tropical-tinged synthpop and electro-rock; it's a formula that worked for them on debut LP Native To, and on their sophomore release I'm Leaving.
Forming an unofficial partnership with French directors Megaforce, who directed videos for “The Greeks” (which went viral) and “Dancing Anymore” (which went viral-er), the band have gained a reputation for exciting visual elements, and live shows will often see the trio doused in film clips and swirling, pirouetting lights. The stage is often cluttered with synths, keyboards and multiple guitars (including what appears to be a Teisco Del Rey EV-3T), which are all, of course, accompanied by a tangled knot of wires. The band protrude from behind instruments, thrashing away to burning doozies like “Yellow Teeth” (perhaps one of the finest festival anthems ever written) or “Lies”. Is Tropical remain engrossed in their sound throughout their sets, glaring at their salmagundi of electric gadgets, but they pack a spirited wallop, and are more than capable of igniting full-blown hedonism in the crowds below.
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