Florida Man Premiere “Holy Roller” Music Video
via FLOOD Magazine
New Album Tropical Depression
Out Now on Spartan Records
Announce U.S. Tour Dates
Charleston, South Carolina noise-punk agitators, Florida Man, recently released their sophomore full-length, Tropical Depression, via Spartan Records, and today the band have teamed with FLOOD Magazine to premiere their new music video for standout track “Holy Roller.” Tropical Depression is a sinister slab of riffs and feedback that offers hardcore heaviness with noise rock menace and–as evidenced by “Holy Roller”– a surprising dose of groove-laden hooks. The band often uses tongue-in-cheek aesthetics to interrogate darker themes, and the video for “Holy Roller” finds Florida Man posing as a public access cable cult. FLOOD praised the “fiery” track and said “the video, like most of Tropical Depression, is entirely over-the-top, with the band shredding in the type of church you only see on community access television.”
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Recorded by Zac Thomas (Kylesa, Black Tusk), Tropical Depression is a tangle of pummeling guitars and howled vocals that shows just how effectively Florida Man filters the spirits of the most legendary noise rock and post-hardcore scenes. There’s San Diego’s angular attack (Hot Snakes, No Knife), Seattle’s sheer power (Botch, These Arms Are Snakes), Chicago’s sonic depravity (The Jesus Lizard, Shellac), and DC’s unbridled creativity (Fugazi, Faraquet)–all blended with the band’s unique brand of sweat-soaked southern grime and a dose of hardcore aggression courtesy of vocalist Jim O’Connor’s gravel-throated vocals.
While Florida Man‘s name may be a humorous nod to the underbelly that often inspires them sonically and lyrically, Tropical Depression is uncompromising in its exploration of the bleaker side of life. The band dive into the turbulence of every day life, examining not only the relentless grind of working frustrating jobs just to get by, but also the unhealthy or seductively destructive outlets in which we often seek relief, and the corrupt institutions that seek to profit from that desperation.
Florida Man have announced more tour dates in support of Tropical Depression. The band’s East Coast run starts this month with Midwestern dates to come later in the summer. See full itinerary below.
Tropical Depression track list:
1. Brain Cell
4. Holy Roller
5. Rat On The Loose
8. Life Insurance
06/13 – Richmond, VA @ Wonderland
06/14 – Philadelphia, PA @ Pharmacy
06/15 – Boston, MA @ Hong Kong
06/16 – Brooklyn, NY @ Gold Sounds
06/17 – Harrisonburg, VA @ The Golden Pony
06/18 – Raleigh, NC @ Pour House Music Hall
07/26 – Charleston, SC @ Burns Alley Tavern
08/29 – Asheville, NC @ The Odditorium
08/29 – Columbus, OH @ tba
08/30 – Detroit, MI @ UFO Factory
08/31 – Chicago, IL @ Burlington Bar
09/02 – Johnson City, TN @ The Hideaway
Florida Man’s sound may be as unnerving as a Google search of their band name, but on their sophomore full-length Tropical Depression, the Charleston, SC noise-punks harness roaring blasts of distortion and a fascination with the bleaker side of life to create one of the year’s most uncompromising and cathartic releases.
Made up of vocalist Jim O’Connor, guitarist Andrew Barnes, bassist CJ DeLuca, and drummer Jonathan Peace, Florida Man’s members are all longtime friends and collaborators from the southeastern punk and hardcore scenes. After spending years playing drums in other groups Barnes began reacquainting himself with guitar after the end of his most recent project, and as the riffs began to pile up he turned to his like-minded friends and fans of aggressive music to form a new band. They chose the name Florida Man as a tongue-in-cheek tribute to the underbelly that often inspired them sonically and lyrically, and it wasn’t long before the band was turning heads with their raucous live show and 2017 self-titled debut full-length.
Now on Tropical Depression, Florida Man have honed their pummeling sonics while simultaneously upping the unhinged ante. Producer/engineer Zac Thomas (Kylesa, Black Tusk) provides the album with definition and weight without losing the band’s innate, swampy grit, perfectly capturing Florida Man’s ability to move from razor sharp guitar lines to surging waves of effects and fuzz within a single song. Tropical Depression effectively filters the spirits of the most legendary noise rock and post-hardcore scenes–San Diego’s angular attack (Hot Snakes, No Knife), Seattle’s sheer power (Botch, These Arms Are Snakes), Chicago’s sonic depravity (The Jesus Lizard, Shellac), and DC’s unbridled creativity (Fugazi, Faraquet)–through the band’s unique brand of sweat-soaked southern grime and a dose of hardcore aggression courtesy of O’Connor’s gravel-throated vocals.
Just as Florida Man’s music revels in turbulence, their lyrics often delve into the chaos and ugliness of everyday life. Much of Tropical Depression explores not only the relentless grind of working frustrating jobs with no end in sight, but also the unhealthy or seductively destructive outlets in which we seek relief. Tracks like “Weeded” and “Dirt” paint a disquieting picture of long hours as well as the substance abuse that is sometimes used to numb physical and mental exhaustion. O’Connor’s wrath also targets the systems that take advantage of this desperation, with “Life Insurance” and “Holy Roller” warning against the false security offered by those seeking to profit from life’s anxieties.
The latter also highlights Florida Man’s ability to inject Barnes’ sinister guitar riffs with a surprising amount of groove when coupled with Peace’s agile drumming and DeLuca’s propulsive bass lines. O’Connor turns the malice inward on “Conviction,” a self-aware lament that we can’t always outrun the flaws that haunt us. Through the cacophony of tangled guitars he spits, “I gotta run / I gotta get away / but something in my head wants me to stay.” It’s a sentiment that unexpectedly cuts to the primal core of Tropical Depression: even amongst all the noise and pandemonium, there’s an instinct to keep going.