Following excellent singles such as Idiot Daughters, Idiot Sons, a delightfully droll, deep-voiced, witty full debut by the London indie-post-punk band of Gabriel Byrde and co with a style attractively reminiscent of Robert Lloyd’s The Nightingales. There’s a recurrence of animal and agricultural metaphors and scenarios presented in a brilliantly oddball, offbeat way on standouts such as opener Virile Crocodile Sweat to Donkey’s Jawbone, The Farmer’s Big Spade to Weedkiller, or the the rich fuzz guitar sound of Billy’s Birds to the folky melancholy of closer A Birthday With David. While their sound is predominantly electrified, dynamic and dark, there’s also a real delight in turns of phrase and irony, such as on the opener: “Every word I mean / Is lifted from pop philosophy /And those I don't / Are principally / The over-nurtured kind”, or “It's of its time, It's Wittgenstein It's thinning words in turpentine.” Or the satirical portrayal of manhood in The Farmer’s Big Spade “Here lies Floyd flexing his milksick muscles / My god he looks good / In his well swept room /With his spineless lean.” Much to uncover and enjoy here in this poetic, very entertaining, often caustic, clever, satirical, sometimes edgy release. Out on Clue Records.
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