Love On An Oil Rig
The Victorian English Gentlemen’s Club
What do you think of when you think of a Victorian English Gentlemen’s Club?
Now think about giving them all the absinthe and obscure (But acoustic) instruments you can lay your grubby little hands on and sending them out to sea for months at a time. Record the results. Then you have a horrible frightening mess.
The complete opposite of this is the fantastic second album from the Cardiff based kids. It’s a cacophony yes, but a fantastic and surprising one. They sound like a.P.A.t covering early Wire, or if Adam & the Ants had recorded Dirk wears White Socks in a forest instead of, well, wherever they recorded it.
I honestly don’t want to describe it too much more, I want you to listen to it and be as gleeful and constantly surprised as I was.
Never jumping over the line into Art Student Wankery (Yes that is a real word and term; I was one I should know) & clinging easily to the pop raft whilst big angry waves of avant guard splash over them and the amazing spectrum of noises they create this is one record that proves “Difficult Second Album Syndrome” doesn’t have to be difficult.