Welcome to the weird and lo-fi world of Sipper, known to his friends as cat-cradler Joe Beerman, where celebrities can be muses, confidence is a hindrance, and melodies flow like lager.
It doesn’t take a genius to see where the name Sipper came from, but the subtle cheekiness involved in the moniker definitely gives you a nod towards the dry wit that lies behind this NYC-based baird’s songs.
Tracks like "N.J.F.D." retread worn paths in new shoes, with well considered lyrics that toy with a tired genre and convey not just complex emotion, but also a heightened awareness. And it’s not just in the lyrics - the musicality is simple but full twists and bedroom-pop hooks that keep you locked.
Releasing his debut EP Adam Driver earlier this year it was the title-track which, for obvious reasons, stole the limelight, trending on Twitter for its tongue-in-cheek, risqué sentiment. "Adam D, you're my everything, throw those arms on me, take your time, please" swoons Sipper. However, the EP was thick with driving indie rock that drew on a broad frame of references; there was a lot of Adam Green, a bit of Xiu Xiu, even a hint of The Strokes. Previous single "Metric" was picked up by Matt Wilkinson and supported on Beats 1.
Returning with "Ghost", the first single off a forthcoming new EP, it’s all thick waves of guitar, lo-fi drums and anxiety. "Like when I sing, it’s a terrible sound" laments Sipper with the genuine pain of a Los Campesinos! classic. There’s even a nice crude opening stanza for the truly lovelorn. If you’re a fan of heart-on-frayed-sleeve, fall at the first hurdle indie that’s as true as its lack of belief in anything ever being true, then this one’s for you.
