Ten Fé - Future Perfect, Present Tense (2019)

Ten Fe present their brand new album 'Future Perfect, Present Tense', released on Some Kinda Love/PIAS. The story of Ten Fe is a love story, of sorts. For the songwriters at the centre of it - Ben Moorhouse and Leo Duncan - the band is the eventual realisation of two respective careers spent navigating the bumpy terrain of the music industry. Both have been in bands before, some successful, some less so, until in each-other they finally found a musical partnership built on a deeper understanding. Their debut album Hit the Light arrived in early-2017 and received widespread acclaim, with comparisons to Britain's Madchester scene of the late 80s and early 90s and Springsteen-esque Americana. It struck a chord, enjoying in excess of 30 million streams on Spotify and inspiring sold out shows in the UK, America, and Europe. They felt a renewed sense of confidence when it came to writing the ever-daunting follow up. They set up shop in a vacant driving licence office in Walthamstow where the majority of the writing has been done. As they neared the end of the process, they took their collection of songs and the rest of the expanded Ten Fe band - Rob Shipley, Johnny Drain and Alex Hammond - to Oslo where they tracked the record before returning to London to finish it off with producer Luke Smith (Foals, Depeche Mode, Petite Noir, Anna of the North) and have it mixed by Craig Silvey (Arcade Fire, Florence & The Machine, Amen Dunes). Finding a sweet spot somewhere between the woozy drawl of War on Drugs and the taut melodrama of Fleetwood Mac, they focused their sound into something distinctively Ten Fe. All attention is now focused on the resultant record - 'Future Perfect, Present Tense'. It is a poignant, uplifting meditation on everything that's brought them to this point, and all they've left behind in getting there. Already introduced by first single 'Not Tonight, and now brand-new offering 'Won't Happen'; an early standout which bounces with a lithe groove while Leo Duncan, on vocals, laments and repents for his past indiscretions.