you’ll be ready to paint the town red after listening to this.
as Scottish as Malt Whisky and just as enjoyable.
impossible to decipher in a single sitting.
Now, I don’t often wonder what Editors fans think. Why should I, outside of a vague bafflement as to why they think Editors are actually any good…
De Boer stands and delivers his lyrics in a slightly hunched, pained pose; looking for all the world as if someone’s thrown cold water over him
And there you had it, a great band, seemingly at the beginning of something new.
It’s wilfully perverse, and delights in tempo and tonal changes without a second thought.
singer Gwendolyn gives off a scarily assured air, akin to a Victorian governess scolding her charges.
I wonder, excepting the changes in Roky’s voice, if this track is as close a representation of the fabled Elevator’s sound from 65 -66 that we’re ever going to get on record?
Mi Ami can, it seems, confidently occupy their own emotional and intellectual space without any hang ups.