I recall their EP being similarly phantasmagorical in places and tracks like Thunder don’t do much to dispel the notion that they conjure with things unseen.
Musically though, as ever, there’s a lot to enjoy. She’s absolutely brilliant at giving the most simple beat a resonance or weight; her current sound, for all its roots in (classic German) minimalist electro-pop is a rich and emotive one
Somehow the fact that all songs were “recorded at the Dome by Brian” propels the whole thing that bit more spaceward. Who is Brian? Where is the Dome? Maybe these things are best left undiscovered.
Given it’s 30 odd minutes long you’ll think I was thick by saying this is an essentially patient piece of music but that’s how it strikes you – a powerful and serene cosmic jam in no hurry to blow its steam.
Frank seems to be someone who says “that’s a great idea!, no hang on, wait a minute” in his songs too, and this indecision (allied to his "core eccentricty") informs his music a hell of a lot.
It’s very much the sort of thing you’d hear with a Tim Hecker release, warm, electronic devotionals set up as soundscapes. But the comparison shouldn’t be seen as casting aspersions on what is a very fine bit of work. Love it.
It’s got just the right amount of ridiculously fatuous self-pity about it. This is the stuff. The way it stops is grand too; just like that, without warning. Love this, it’s a blast, rock on!
...the sense of stasis can get you out there if you’re prepared to give yourself over to the sense of occasion. Or you could be flippant and say it sounds like a huge washing machine stuck on spin cycle for 15 minutes.
...there’s always a feeling of angst with this LP, it’s NOT a happy record overall, despite the hints at a hedonistic sound.
...what makes listening to James Yorkston holding forth so appealing is the fact that his doleful and acidic barbs are often aimed at himself or used to propel the story...
Broderick invites a lot of ridicule with this record; it’s his attempt at nailing that embarrassing personal revelation at a party. And in for disarming honesty and bloody mindedness, I applaud him.
Shuffle is a sincere collection of modern day moans set to immense rhythms and bigger brass; a musical happy slap to the state of current pop chart hip hop. This album you can appreciate and shuffle to, no hoodie required
Nothing feels out of place, for all the jumble of style, sounds and attitudes it’s a focussed release and that’s got a lot to do with the way the vocals are delivered and set up. As we said before it has the feel of a cabaret, albeit with a fucking good compère.
exactly what you want from this kind of thing
a bit math-rocky but after a few songs it begins to ruffle its feathers a little and let a little light in
You can decide amongst yourselves if this kind of clap-happy nonsense is good enough for you or not.
lyrics about love, loss and lost loves
One of them, Wino, sounds a bit like Mark Lanegan. The others don’t.
a rather wonderful, soulful little gem of a record
It takes my breath away.