The accent is on the Gothic throughout, reminiscent a wee bit of Garlands-era Cocteau Twins, or Slowdive; albeit with pro-tools.
To Kill A Petty Bourgeoisie – The Patron
Bloody heck, if you're going to call your band To Kill A Petty Bourgeoisie you must be pretty serious. Musically this release does little to dispel that notion. The accent is on the Gothic throughout, reminiscent a wee bit of Garlands-era Cocteau Twins, or Slowdive; albeit with pro-tools. At times the LP reminds this reviewer of the stuff The Legendary Pink Dots get up to.
The band conjures up an incredibly dolorous sound; the title song is a ghostly waltz literally smothered in atmospheric crashes and bangs and squelches. The girl's voice is suitably maudllin throughout the record; well you can guess how she's going to deliver her lines when you are presented song titles such as The Man With the Shovel is the Man I am Going to Marry...
I hope I don't sound too flippant, as it is an interesting release; you just have to be warned that it's an LP that is dense in texture and approach. Where it works best is when a song is given enough space to blossom, as on Lovers and Liars. Here, the grating sound effects dovetail more sympathetically with the basic track. You Guys Talk, We'll Spill Our Guts is similar; again the structure is looser and not so convoluted, allowing the guitar noise to be more effectively manipulated.
Give it a listen, but be warned. No jollity.
Words: Richard Foster