This
debut album from the trio of twentysomething Devonians threatens to
be engulfed by its own influences, caught in a pincer movement between
their oft-cited heroes, Nirvana and Radiohead. As good as some of
these songs are, it is difficult to separate them from their initial
inspiration: the ripped and torn guitars of Cobain's Nevermind and
the existential queasiness, stratospheric melodies and intense vocalising
of Thom Yorke and Radiohead. Producer John Leckie proves a willing
guide through the millennial meltdown of dense, crashing riffs (Sunburn,
Cave, Sober) and the sparse, skeletal undertones of Falling Down and
Unintended, delivering an epic, stadium-filling sound, but at the
moment it's not quite their own. |
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