
In 2003 a review I’d written won a competition on the BBC Collective website. My prize was supposed to be an album by Broadway Project but there was a mix up and I received Broadcast‘s Haha Sound instead. Unfamiliar as I was with both bands I didn’t even realise and happily settled down to listen. A few weeks later I received an email from the Collective explaining that I’d been sent the wrong prize, and should I wish to switch CDs that it wouldn’t be a problem. By this time, however, I’d firmly fallen for Broadcast and couldn’t bear the idea of parting with Haha Sound. Since then I’ve followed their releases closely and caught up with what I missed and I’ve come to know and love a wonderful body of work. It was with considerable sadness, then, that I read about the death of front woman Trish Keenan from complications associated with pneumonia.
Broadcast are often described as an ‘art pop’ band, which I guess fits, but as so often with such pigeonholes it barely scratches the surface of their unique and gorgeous sound. I also remember reading a review in which Trish Keenan’s voice was described as ‘dead pan’. It wasn’t meant in a negative way and I can see where the reviewer was coming from, but again it’s misrepresentational. ‘Matter of fact’ would be a better description, I feel, and the fact of the matter was beauty. It was an unaffected, beautiful lullaby of a voice that contrasted and complimented the lilting, low-fi nature of the instrumentation, which ranged from spine-tingling twinkliness to static-soaked experiments and extended technique. The overall effect was ethereal, warm and soothing.
Broadcast had a genuinely artistic approach to writing music. That is, for all the 60′s psychadelia, 80′s synthwave and 00′s electronica that are evident influences in their music, they sought to originate. For example, Keenan constructed many of her lyrics, particularly for 2005′s Tender Buttons, by mixing up lines and randomly rearranging them, à la William S. Borroughs. The result was sometimes challenging but always poetic. (‘In autosuggested pathways you are caught‘ , ‘Michael, Michael Michael / This is not your saw tooth wave‘.) Meanwhile the band tailored their sound in unique ways – parts of Haha Sound were recorded in a church, for instance, lending the album its deep, penetrating resonance.
My personal favourite moments are Ominous Clouds from Haha Sound and Corporeal from Tender Buttons. The former is almost nursery rhyme-like in it’s gentle dreaminess but self-aware and poignant in it’s message of avoiding the big wide world for a while longer – it’s like she’s giving herself permission (‘I’ve got to find a place / be myself and learn to face / the ominous clouds / But not now, not now not now‘). The latter is a peculiar distillation of the automatic instinctiveness of sex and the inscrutable beauty that it can invoke – it’s like a biology text book rewritten as poetry (‘With and without mind / With or without Darwin / Classify me / The strings of my autonomy‘.)
I’ve been deeply moved, challenged and thrilled by Keenan’s voice over the years, and I’m gutted that I’ll never see Broadcast live (bafflingly they were always one of the bands I decided to ‘catch next time’).
Thanks for the music, Trish.




