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Joyeria Shares New Single “9-5” – Taken From Debut EP out 14th October on Speedy Wunderground

September 28, 2022
credit Alex Evans


Shares new single “9 to 5”

Debut EP, FIM
due 14th October on Speedy Wunderground

With his debut EP landing next month, Joyeria (pronounced Joy-a-ree-a) shares new single, “9 to 5”, a tightly wound swipe at work place monotony. “Isn’t it funny that some people don’t need to work?” he asks over a driving beat. “Early to bed and early to rise.. My headaches coincide with my screen time.” Listen below…

Joyeria’s FIM (EP) is what happens when a Canadian spends his adult life patiently crafting his own path as a songwriter in London instead of following his heroes and peers in search of an assumed authenticity in Austin or Nashville. It’s what happens when a stubbornly solo artist finds a true collaborator in a producer like Speedy Wunderground’s Dan Carey. It’s what happens after a songwriter has worked hard for a long time in the dark, looking for lighting in a bottle — and finds it. 

FIM (EP) is out 14th October on Speedy Wunderground (preorder here).

With the enthralling electronic beats and prominent pulse, the experimental outlet of the immersive ensemble starts to build, enhancing with further additions before the drum shuffles explode into the creation. As the instrumentation gathers momentum, Joyeria’s infectious vocal notes soar above the experimental cadence, hooked on the repetitive words of 9-5 and the brooding tonality of the vocal notes. Those intense vocal notes offer this visceral journey within the lyrics, building this clear story from the words that resonate amongst the playful electronica.  

Joyeria says of “9 to 5”: “9 to five, nine to 5, 9 to 5, 9-5, nine to five. I smoke to get out of the work, but my boss started keeping track of how many smoke breaks I take. I was once fired on Christmas eve for taking too many from a furniture factory. I didn’t even smoke much, it was just their way of getting rid of me. 

“Standing next to a busy road with a cowboy who inhales Marlboro reds, any escape helps.  Shame they don’t advertise cigarettes with astronauts. Hoarse voice explorers returning to earth, “it’s true you can scream as loud as you want, nobody can hear you”, a new recruitment line for the space programme. “Sally didn’t make it back, she couldn’t “suck it up” anymore.  “lost in space’ on the death certificate. “If you need to talk, I keep regular office hours… from 9, Monday to Friday. You think that’s a vacuum?  Technically it’s all space dust right? 

“Have you had a chance to write your thoughts down?” “This is just a blank page”  no no no, you have to look at it the right way, there’s a special angle, in fact it has flowers and music and if you put your face to the paper it’s like the belly of a kitten, it tastes like the finest olives, and if you digest it you’ll see eternity. There is life in paint. Work eats the best hours of the day. We were once barbarians, I think. Eat and drink, work and smoke. 9 to 5. The weekend is mine. All mine. I can recover from Friday nights and Saturday nights and sometimes Sunday nights, once in a while there’s a riot or someone comes to visit and we brunch. Then it’s back to work and smoke breaks under watchful eyes.  There’s carpet on the floor, sometimes I forget how hard the ground is. “You looked tired”. I am tired.”

Joyeria’s FIM (EP) is a collection of songs about depression, society and a celebration of songwriting in a world that looks a lot less encouraging to be a songwriter in than it did when Joyeria fell in love with the independent bands of the late 90’s. Which might be why it sounds fresh in the way a gem from an older sibling’s record collection does.

These recordings are also funny. Darkly and refreshingly funny in an era where self-depreciating comedy — from the mouth of a songwriter who can strut and swagger — too often comes across like a bet hedged against the confidence it takes to write songs with guts and brain cells. It is a breath of fresh air to hear genuine humility in the vocal agility of Joyeria, who has come to terms with the fact that slouching and posturing are equally favourable and forgivable techniques in the pursuit of getting the weight of life off one’s chest and into music. 

One is reminded of a certain breed of accomplished songwriters in the lyrical wit and natural baritone of Joyeria. But Dan Carey’s exuberant production recaptures and reinvigorates the essential weirdness of what united the early phases of fellow off-beat masters — a buoyant taste for the strange. It’s the sound of two collaborators working fast, wild and free with years of experience under their belts and exacting standards.

Joyeria has the rare ability to speak lyrics without crossing the line into spoken word, and while his vocal stylings at times enhance the moody humour of a song, they steer clear of voice acting and persona grabbing. The coherent voice at the centre of the FIM (EP) has clearly sung to packed houses at the top of his lungs and then kept singing when alone, through stretches of wondering whether his performing days were done.

It’s hard to grow up with grace in a music scene that romanticises the tragic case. It’s tempting to grope after the example of the handful of songwriters who matured with dignity, or settle down to write a cosy record.  This is where Joyeria’s EP takes a hard left.

Instead of conceiving middle-age as a personal apocalypse, instead of contriving a barbed authority and pointing fingers — Joyeria breaks ground in the calm devastation of the present he perceives. This is what makes the FIM (EP) a record of the moment, by a songwriter who has plied his craft for a long time to get here.

“I sit around and wait for cold calls/ at least they are honest about my plan/ and that I over paid.” These lyrics say much about a songwriter’s patience, who finds truth slipping through the currency of societal lies.

Over the course of six songs, a listener has room to luxuriate in electric confessions of fatigue, “Just let the dog eat from the table/ I lay in its spot catching some sleep.” And while the FIM (EP) never pretends to be positive and uplifting, it’s hard to shake the ecstatic thrill of Joyeria declaring: “There’s a wild joy I remember” — as if his voice is about to break its vessel. It’s too necessary a cry to be nostalgic. And if it sounds slightly insane, it is because it’s inspired.

EP Preorder:

1. Wild Joy
2. Death
3. Colour Film
4. Performance Review
5. Decisions
6. 9 to 5


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