With the old adage that a band has a whole lifetime to create their debut album and just six months for the second on their minds, Sir Chloe bring Bristol I Am The Dog, their feral, maddening sophomore album. Seeming ready to ascend mere nobility and find themselves among pop rock royalty, Dana Foote takes her old-school crooning to the online generation.
Although Foote takes to the stage in the foppish trappings of the businessman – more streamlined than David Byrne’s ‘Stop Making Sense’ attire, but just as charmingly enchanting – it’s clear her audience are not just strapped in for another day at the office.
Starting the set with ‘Salivate’, Sir Chloe take a girl’s-gotta-eat attitude to their music as they serve up their just desserts. Foote is static – frantic, even – as she searches for an answer no one will give her. There’s something of the ‘80s pop star in her; something teetering on the verge of a breakdown. They may be an all-American band, but it’s clear Sir Chloe are more Twin Peaks than Friday Night Lights.
Having risen to prominence via the TikTok virality of songs like ‘Michelle’ and ‘July’, it’s easy to dismiss Sir Chloe as a pop culture flash-in-the-pan rather than an act to be taken seriously. While the band found their fame through the digital trial by fire, it’s clear there is something more to them that doesn’t translate to screen, especially when they’re backed by a stage presence many social media-savvy bands lack.
Despite the gothic, Bauhaus-esque influences on the record, there’s a surf-rock turn on the stage. Sir Chloe may write songs about loving like a woman with nothing to lose on ‘Center’ or ‘Sedona’, but Foote’s intense, almost untenable ability to tap into a masculine presence – a hauntingly male swagger – on songs like ‘Leash’, ‘Hooves’, and ‘Too Close’ creates an act that feels wholly like the real thing. Watch them live for something brooding, sultry, and consciously cool. There’s more to them than what’s online.
Daisy Kent – Music Photographer
Kate Jeffrie