Combining smooth guitar prowess and broody songwriting, Blade Hooper just wants to make you feel. Whether it’s the vulnerable sentiments in his words or the nostalgic sound sediments his production has settled out, it’s clear Blade carves his emotions into artefacts of passion and honesty.
Indeed, for the Brisbane-based (Perth-hailing) Hooper, creating music is a necessity for his mental health and self-expression. It’s an outlet for pain and joy and it’s in his blood - his father and his father’s father were also musicians, and Blade played his first gigs at Mojos Bar (Fremantle) as a pre-teen, with his little brother, opening for their Dad’s band.
Sharpening his axe from company like Silverchair, Jeff Buckley, Chet Faker and John Mayer, Blade blends a whole herb garden of flavours into his tunes, searing them with a deliciously crisp edge. As he puts it: “it doesn’t have to sound like rock to be rock”.
Any way you chop it, he’s not bringing a knife to a gunfight - he’s got the whole arsenal.