PVA’s debut 'Blush' fizzed with the energy of relentless gigging: swaggering, punchy, and effortlessly cool. But 'No More Like This' goes further. The spark is still there, now stretched into something bigger—probing art, intimacy, and the sheer weirdness of being human. It’s broader yet more personal, blending sound, visuals and lyrics into a fully realised world, while never losing sight of the fact that this is three actual people with lives beyond the stage. It’s ambitious, a little chaotic, and grounded in bodies, feelings, and real time.
It’s taken eight years of graft to get here—pub gigs, DIY networks, lockdown soul-searching—but No More Like This sounds like a band ready for it.
Their process matches the result: messy, playful, instinctive. Jam, deconstruct, rebuild, repeat—until something clicks. That same DIY collage energy runs through the visuals and the songs alike—fragments of influence, memory and sensation thrown together until they form something unexpectedly coherent. You might catch echoes of Massive Attack here, a hint of Tirzah there, but they dissolve quickly. This isn’t genre tourism; it’s synthesis. Producer Kwake helps shape that, but always in service of the band being fully themselves.
