I fell in love with Cornwall from the first time I went there. With its labyrinthine hedgerows, ancient worship sites, unimpeachable artistic heritage and frothing ale, it seemed like England as it was promised to us in fairy stories. It’s fostered some great bands over the years, from Aphex Twin to Angeline Morrison (see also Red River Dialect, Wizz Jones, C.O.B, Luke Vibert, Ralph McTell, Gwenno, and the peerless filmmaker/musician Mark Jenkin). They all share a wonky inventiveness – with one eye on the black, black earth and one in the blue, blue sky. Falmouth’s Blind Yeo follow seamlessly along that virile layline.
Founded by singer/guitarist Will Greenham, Blind Yeo are a loose collective of local hepcats, based out of The Cornish Bank – a music venue in Falmouth co-founded by Greenham, which has quickly established itself as a high-quality watering hole for regional weirdos and touring road hogs alike. The opening track, Today/Tomorrow, rattles out of the traps with a baked, euphoric surge like Krautrock darlings Neu!, as motorik drums cruise through whiplash riffs and cascading vocals. The riffs are stacked with tight harmonies that make them sound like they’re played on a baritone saxophone, adding to the album’s overloaded, hormonal joy.
Hour Glass of The Eye has a kaleidoscopic wooziness, where catchy hooks collapse in on themselves amid pulsing synths and delayed percussion, bringing to mind The Beta Band at their most dilated. Greenham’s son, Henry, shares synth duties with Anoushka Helm, and they drive the title track with the kind of giddy, propulsive energy last heard on 13th Floor Elevators’ electric jug experiments. Helm and Greenham’s voices are double-tracked, which makes them feel dreamily distant over the tense throb of the rhythm section, as they incant “I wanna leave the past alone/ Follow, follow the broken moon/ You are my stone, you are my stone” like some hooded druids advancing on the Sun Stone.
Themes of furtive ancient worship reverberate through Frik Frak – a pantheistic love song directed at the moon and set to a Can/ Ege Bamyasi-era groove: “Walking lightly through the woodland/ In the fading light and golden leaves/ For frik you are so giving/ And frak we are the hunted in your way/ Blood moon, burning days into the night”. Album closer, Magnolia, is a Celtic/ High Life hybridisation with corkscrew guitar riffs, pizzicato strings and taut percussion taxiing dreamy vocals and lyrics about omniscient cosmic presences presiding over a fragile earth in deep-time “A youthful sun has seen it all/ Collisions in the universe… as water moves around the world.”
The Lemoine Point contains some meaty subjects, tapered to some meat-shaking grooves. Blind Yeo are doing more than most to keep Cornwall weird. Praise the Zenna mermaid.
The Lemoine Point (August 28th, 2026) Bongo Joe