Been Stellar: Scream from Brudenell, LDS

Late as per. I march furiously down Hyde Park Road on my path to Brudenell Social Club, my footsteps mimicking the beat of the pulsating rainfall. Cars stream by, spewing water back at me
in protest of my appropriation of their drive. There’s something artistic about the damp
November night. Not artistic like the techno-jazz fusion project some guy at a pretentious
cocktail bar told you he’s conducting out of his student home basement, artistic like the
contemporary cacophony of a bustling New York City street. Like the New York City streets that
have inspired the alt-rock troupe Been Stellar. Convoluted analogies aside, there’s a beauty to be
seen in trudging through the maze that is Hyde Park, undeterred by rainfall, motivated by a
craving for live music. A craving for music that has been ever-growing since my recent
overindulgence at Live at Leeds in the City, a craving that had left my heart empty and my ears
bereft, a craving that Been Stellar were ready to satisfy.


That was the night’s objective, New York’s latest passion project Been Stellar. No- not the bloke
from Zoolander, although likeness to the name has been recognized by the band themselves,
Been Stellar are an alt-rock/indie/dream-pop/shoegazey/god why are there so many damn
genres??? five-piece band fighting out of New York City. Touring their debut album Scream
from New York, NY released this June, the five-piece have touched ground in the UK and after
being given the chance to see them live I snapped my editor’s hand off. Been Stellar by name
Been Stellar by nature, as my listening experience of them thus far has been well… Stellar, but
could they do it on a cold, rainy night in Leeds?


Trading New York for Yorkshire, the Manhattan musicians stood tall on the hallowed Brudenell
community room stage, the famed golden ribbons as their backdrop. The crowd filled the room,
initially far from rowdy, standing stagnant and proud with their pints of iridescent fluid. Their
stale demeanour would eventually fall, but Stellar had their work cut out for them. The band’s
entrance was subdued, reserved, quietly confident. They needed no party tricks nor guises to
make their point. They simply launched into their tightly crafted set, knowing they had
something special.


This tightness gave a crisp live edge to their brilliant music, accentuating the terrific roughness
of their sound, dragging in the static crowd for early songs ‘Passing judgement’ and the title
track of their debut Scream from New York, NY. There is a wonderful dread Been Stellar’s
music creates. There’s this giddy anxiety that arises in the pit of your stomach from Slocum’s
harsh lead vocals crashing against the gritty racket the entire band creates. You hang on to every
word, every note, every growl down the microphone. The raw and rowdy melodies build and
build, trepidatious yet intoxicating, and then; nil. The respite brings clarity and the grip is
relinquished, leaving you grief-stricken over the tunes that once were, mimicking the snarky
past-tense nature of the band’s name all too well.


‘Manhattan Youth’ provided a lovely levity, a welcome exception to this rule. After the barrage of
the opening songs, the bouncier and more vibrant track was the final nail in shattering the
audience’s stoic facade, freeing them to bask in the sound. Guards were lowered and Been
Stellar had the crowd in the palm of their hand, without the need to muddy the set with
speeches between songs as so many bands do. Whilst I do typically enjoy the musical fourth wall break that is artists waffling to the crowd, I didn’t miss it with Been Stellar, leaving their
presence shrouded in their music only added to their tight, precise and premium sounding set.

In the metaphorical toolbox of artists, there is arguably no handier tool than understanding how
to craft a set list and knowing the lull would arrive not long after the halfway point, the
American quintet course corrected and pulled out a stretch of more dream-pop infused
numbers. Personal favourites of mine ‘Pumpkin’ and ‘Takedown’ were standouts, receiving a
very Northern, “they really are cracking these mon” from my journalistic partner in crime (my
sister who fancied a cheeky Monday night Brude trip). Welcome to England my friends.


Having caged the beast long enough, the five-piece unleashed their heavier sound to ring around
the rafters as they closed their show. ‘I Have the Answer’ drew what was a definitively Stellar live
performance to a close (semantic satiation has fully gotten a hold of stellar now my apologies). I
re-emerged onto the dreary Hyde Park streets, heart filled, ears ringing and musical cravings
perfectly satisfied. Been Stellar, you are thanked for your service! And reader, you are
encouraged to listen to the New York phenoms as soon as bloody possible.

Words by Dan Brown.

Take a Deep Breath: Inhaler are Back 

Daniel Brown explores whether the foundation to Dublin indie-rock outfit Inhaler is built on entwined nepotistic roots or due to their personal curated talent.

Cryptic video messages, purifying online presence to a near vapid state of nothing, teasing clues to get a cult following excited.  Believe it or not I am not describing a poorly written comic book movie pseudo serial killer with a clan of faceless, nondescript goons, I am in fact referring to Inhaler – the indie pop rock 4-piece who have teased the release of their third studio album.

The group removed all content from their Instagram page earlier this year to wipe their slate clean ahead of a new area after the success of their sophomore album, ‘Cuts and Bruises’. A talented group of young musicians, a plethora of modern guitar bangers and a clamouring fan base, this band has the world at its feet, but is the legion of diehard fans they’ve accumulated throughout the release of two studio albums a representation of magnificent music or has their fame been garnered in a nepotistic nature? 

Image Credit: @lewsvans

Hailing from Blackrock, Dublin, Inhaler are a major outfit in the current indie rock scene, with a cult-following and an impressive body of work they’re about to add to. Composed of bassist Robert Keating, drummer Ryan Mcmahon, lead guitarist Josh Jenkinson and most notably for this article, lead singer Elijah Hewson, son of supremely famous frontman Bono of U2 fame. If you don’t know who Bono is then I implore you to do a speedy google search of “Bono controversy” and allow the sheer volume of debates over debacles to envelope you and consume your free time whole as you scour over the hilariously split public opinion of him. Failing that, you could ask any family member over 40 about his existence and I’m sure they’ll have a certain outlook on the man. Regardless of society’s views, Bono is a big name in the music industry whatever way you slice it, and thus by the power of mother nature herself Elijah Hewson and Inhaler are privy to some heinous accusations from some of the greatest musical critics’ planet Earth has to offer (pretentious indie music snobs who haven’t a shred of musical ability themselves). 

Blanket statements are often difficult in such debates of nepotism, with every case having its own nuances, but I’m going to make one right off the bat in order get my point across and more importantly out of fear any of my sarcasm won’t come across in writing. I am a big fan of Inhaler’s music; I think it is top notch indie rock, and their live performances are praised highly. They’ve played massive support slots and not looked out of place and undoubtedly have a big future ahead of them. 

But Dan, if you think their music is good then what does it matter if the band’s lead singer’s dad is the lead singer of my dad’s favourite band? (how’s that for a tongue twister). Fantastic question imaginary reader I am making up to segue into my next point. To me the matter of nepo babies isn’t as black and white as to check a birth certificate and immediately proceed to slag off the offspring of some rich white dude. I am of the volition that in music (on the whole) cream rises to the top, and similarly once at the top it is sink or swim, should a band get put on a pedestal and be shite for lack of a better term, they won’t succeed. To see Inhaler reach the release of two critically well-received albums and a handful of UK and American tours and be poised to only go higher shows the musical ability at the very least in the lane of their genre. As simple as it would make my job to end the article at that, it wouldn’t make for a very good read, thus we shall delve a little deeper. 

Inhaler. Image Credit: @lewsvans

The prevailing argument for the pessimistic music listeners of the world is that Inhaler are led by a definitive nepo baby and regardless of musical ability they would always get to the top via Bono’s fame alone. For those readers who aren’t entirely up to date on industry lingo, or have never heard of the Kardashians, a “nepo-baby” is someone who got their career on the basis of their family’s pre-established fame, clout and pedigree. Basically, picture Bono essentially calling every producer in the phonebook and willing Inhaler into existence. However, if you look past these blind accusations, you’ll find Inhaler formed at school, albeit a private one, in 2012, 6 years prior to the release of their first piece of music, a 6 year period in which they spent gigging at small venues for which they weren’t booked in order to hone their craft. Ergo they weren’t slapped together overnight. When a band can perform as tightly as Inhaler and craft tunes as great as theirs then it’s entirely plausible that 6 years of gigging and practice would be more than enough to hit the ground running with music releases. 

Whilst Inhaler’s music is top notch, I can’t blindly ignore the opportunities they’ve got. They all attended a fine private school and so the non-existent struggles they will have faced over access to instruments, gear and practice space leave little to the imagination. Furthermore, ahead of the release of their debut album ‘It won’t always be like this’ they received major press opportunities, with major names such as NME interviewing them early doors and even having a major feature on (trigger warning) James Corden’s Late Late show. The album certainly deserved coverage, it’s a personal favourite debut of mine, but it received one hell of a spotlight when most in their field barely get candlelight, and of course it prompts questions of what role did their connection to Bono play in this. 

Inhaler. Image Credit: @lewsvans on Instagram

In keeping with my potent distaste for my hometown, I like to believe that where you come from doesn’t define you – a sentiment it would seem me and Elijah Hewson have in common albeit for massively different reasons. When watching any Inhaler interview where Bono is mentioned, it becomes blaringly apparent that the band’s frontman doesn’t revel in comparisons to his father. Often cringing at the mention of his old man, Hewson has a habit of quickly changing the topic or dismissing Bono’s influence. This is another key point to consider, individuality, or lack thereof. Yes, Hewson is the son of a successful frontman, yes, he will have had an affluent upbringing and access to a plethora of opportunities, but he’s carving out his own lane. Not as much can be said for Villanelle frontman and son of Liam Gallagher, Gene Gallagher. 

Earlier this year I caught exciting, upcoming and one of my personal favourite indie bands Overpass live at beloved Leeds venue Brudenell Social Club. As any avid concert goer does, I was eager to investigate the support acts in my never-ending quest for new music that I can claim in the name of Dan before they reach even mild popularity. Howbeit, my lofty goals were snuffed by a band Villanelle who were supporting this tour amongst several other big tours in the indie scene despite having no music released. Upon their taking to the stage with pompous swagger and a frontman clad in high-viz, there was an air of familiarity in their mannerisms, most notably the aforementioned illuminous frontman. As songs began to be rattled off, I distinctively recall turning to my comrade in the pits of the audience and like a great scholar profoundly exclaiming, “bloody hell this bloke reckons he’s Liam Gallagher, doesn’t he?”. The kicker of this story and point of this bloated tangent was that this was indeed Liam Gallagher’s son, Gene, and the mere performance of 3 songs was enough to unmask his true identity like a Scooby-Doo villain. Getting back on track, whilst Gene Gallagher has decided on using a Liam Gallagher Lite stage presence and even supported Liam over the summer despite having a non-existent catalogue of music, Elijah Hewson went undetected as Bono’s genetic successor in my showing of Inhaler live performances to various U2 fanatic family members of mine.  

Therein lies my point, Inhaler are their own entity. They may have had money growing up, inside knowledge of what it takes to make it and a powerful father figure, but who in the music industry nowadays hasn’t? Inhaler make great music, I can’t express that enough, but if you need all your music to be locally sourced, grass fed and fairtrade to allow it to pass through your ears then maybe they aren’t for you and that’s alright, but their talent is undeniable. So, to put a fine point on the question of are Inhaler are nothing more than wide eyed nepo babies? I don’t care. I continue to eagerly await their third studio album release and recommend any indie music fans do the same.

Words by Daniel Brown.