Pick any starting point within SAPPHIC’s self-titled cassette and you have found yourself out of time; every song part of the unified field. It’s all cyclical and counterclockwise and if you’re lucky enough, it will trip you the hell out if you put it on your tongue and let it dissolve long enough.
Nicholas James Alcock, 20, and James Harris, 19, have gained wisdom against eons that can only be explained in scientific and historic theoreticals. To experience a lifetime (nee, an epoch) of musical connectivity with a simple cassette’s worth of dark pop rhythms…
The kids behind SAPPHIC are hardly worth the identifier, rather fully formed from some immaculate birth--finely aged gentleman standing simultaneously in the past, present, and future. How else to explain the channeled Ian Curtis voice, Kevin Shields rhythm, and Peter Murphy prose?
SAPPHIC is an amalgamation of post-punk that spans generation and location. Grand Rapids, Michigan is not known for its gothic undertones nor a link to British geography but here we stand amidst the successors to the angst-riddled tease of early 2000 new wavers. It’s taken a decade and now we know why – time waits for no man, unless they are of the caliber of Alcock and Harris. And the lofty figures of yore and tomorrow that storm from its blackened passage do so with the disguise of youth and the prudence of experience.