Slightly easier on the ear than their earlier efforts, but still full of piss and vinegar – this is a thoroughly great album.
Slightly easier on the ear than their earlier efforts, but still full of piss and vinegar – this is a thoroughly great album.
The Leg’s music has a brawling, raggedy, spirit. It grabs you by the lapels and refuses to get you go. It’s like Americana being dragged back, fingernails scraping, to its various European folk roots then being roughly hacked at with post-punk knives and popped in a pot with a surprising amount of pop seasoning. But to reduce it to a single (albeit overly convoluted) simile would be to do a disservice to the skill and variety on display.
Sad As Dead Monkeys for instance shows them able to do conventionally beautiful but unafraid to push their more discordant side almost (but not quite) too far in a quest for artistic impact. That there’s also droning noise, thundering bass and raw hectoring tracks that could sit happily in mclusky (and indeed Shooting at Unarmed Men) company just illustrates the ambition and range that they essay.
Slightly easier on the ear than their earlier efforts, but still full of piss and vinegar – this is a thoroughly great album.
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