Blind On A Galloping Horse

Blind On A Galloping Horse serves as David Holmes’ first solo album since 2008’s The Holy Pictures.
A 14-track interrogation of the last decade, time spent watching a decaying, fraying Britain visibly buckling in real time while
tending to his own battles with mental health. Holmes’ soundtrack to this inquiry is at times claustrophobic, often euphoric,
driven by the rattle and snap of analogue drum machines, wild oscillations of droning analogue synths and the voice of Raven
Violet which beguiles and commands in a way that could part oceans.
On this record, there are songs of hope for an age of uncertainty; love songs to leap the barricades to and, on ‘Necessary
Genius’, a comprehensive roll call of the great and good – those ‘dreamers, misfits, radicals, outcasts’ that we’ve lost and just
a few who’ve managed to cling on in the churn of the 21st century. And there are elegiac electronics evocative of an endless
Europe where pulsating, crackling rhythm tracks fuse with dreamlike textures and the underground pulse of psychedelic
therapy to form something unique that feels nothing less than radical.