While they are not necessarily natives by trade to the capital, the keenly-acute Michigan-onward college students were aware of the importance of a scene they had to conjure up in the Big Apple. With the 2000s’ indie Brooklyn scene all but dashed in the wash and hung out to dry, the now-established group began grafting through the wades of underground pits of New Yorks’ sprawling, sweaty scene. From Tomkins Square Park, Sunnyvale to messy apartments and everything in-between.

From the depths of despair comes a new relinquished debut – back to the rafters of all those hard-worn indie sounds we came to love in the Noughties. Undoubtedly so, the group have quickly established themselves a likening to The Strokes – despite them unequivocally avoiding such conversations. Certainly on the latter half of the debut, tropes of Radiohead can even be heard, with this certainly a nod to ol’ Blights’ expansive scene across the pond.

Spurred on by British indie label So Young, the embrace in the old island was thorough and intense. Support slots for some of the best post-punk acts were sought – IDLES and Fontaines D.C to name a few. After a wildly abrasive slew of EPs and singles, at last, marks the debut album from the group. Scream from New York, NY plays homage to the treats and traits of the city and what it represents, as the grit of New York is on full display. They may not be the first band to make hasty references to the city but they are certainly the newest. Been Stellar aren’t one for reinventing the wheel – but are definitely one to re-grease the stokes.


A thoroughbred of their best sounds, Scream from New York, NY is a 10-track compartmentalisation of the bands’ at their most dark, their most expansive. Alt-rocker Sweet is a makeshift of colour while Passing Judgement is a refined recluse that certainly drivels and snivels along in its post-punk breakdown. Ones for NewDad and The Murder Capital, I think. Glorious Pumpkin leads the way with its fast janky guitars, reminiscent of the mood set on In Rainbows. While brooding Start Again and swooning beauty-of-a-closer I Have the Answer can often be remarked as the commuters’ breakdown navigating the trials and tribulations of the subway; the corporate neck tie knot strangling our protagonists’ Adams’ apple from sanity.

The bands’ evident love letter to the city they’ve not got enough since being Freshman, Scream from New York, NY brings another group to the post-punk fold. Fortune or not, the ever-growing list just shows that the scene is very much alive and punching still.

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