Indoor Pets – Be Content
7/10
Best Tracks: Teriyaki, Being
Strange, Barbiturates
FFO: The Magic Gang, Weezer, Bad Sounds
It feels
like Indoor Pets (FKA Get Inuit) have been overdue a full-length release for a
few years now. They’ve been pumping out banger after banger in terms of their
singles and EPs; from the great use of dynamics and structure on Barbiturates to hug-your
friends-and-sing-along anthem Pro
Procrastinator. This band have been steadily building a lot of justified
hype for an LP.
Though Be Content is a record dominated by its
singles, that’s not to say that the other songs should be dismissed at all. The
six deep cuts have their moments of brilliance, too – Couch, for the last minute, turns everything up to 11 in the best
way, and the “we wait for something whilst living for nothing” battle cry at it’s
close is undeniable air-punch material. If I’d change one thing, though, it’d
be to swap My Amnesiac and Barbiturates around on the track listing;
the latter feels like it’d be a much more fitting end to the whole thing.
Regardless, Be Content is everything
you could want as a debut from one of the UK’s most unapologetically fun bands.
The Picturebooks – The Hands of Time
8/10
Best Tracks: The
Hands of Time, Rain, Tell Me Lies
FFO: The Temperance Movement, Queens of the Stone
Age, Ennio Morricone
Nomadic
two-piece The Picturebooks have been criminally overlooked since the release of
2014’s fantastic Imaginary Horse.
Their sound is entirely unique to them; garage blues-rock played with
simplicity and instrumental creativity, utilising decades-old guitars and
massive, minimalist percussion.
On The Hands of Time, the band experiment
further than they have before whilst keeping it grounded in their
tried-and-tested style. Howling Wolf
is the first obvious indication that The Picturebooks are trying out some new
elements on this album, utilising a mandolin and a backing vocal refrain that
could’ve come from the Mulan OST, and
it actually works out pretty well. Across the rest of the album, there are more
examples of the band stepping out of their comfort zone; the use of piano on The Day the Thunder Arrives, for
example, and the brilliant harmonica on Like
My World Explodes and You Can’t Let
Go. Admittedly, some of the songs go over more effectively than others, but
the majority of the experimentation is well-thought out and interesting.
What
connects a lot of the material on The
Hands of Time is the sense of cinematic scope. Whether it’s the pounding,
adrenalised Electric Nights or the
more subtle, brooding closer The Rising
Fall, each track feels like it would perfectly fit a scene in something
like ‘Django Unchained’ or ‘Easy Rider’. As a result, the defining
quality of this album is its imagery and atmosphere, and this idea is epitomised
on the record’s finest moment – Rain.
It’s exceedingly difficult to listen to it and not picture a lone cowboy
riding into a sparse township on the fringes of the Wild West, fingers hovering
over a holstered revolver. The whistled hook is something straight out of the Ennio
Morricone playbook, and to so vividly evoke the feeling of such spectacular
composition is honestly an incredible feat.
I’m
juggling with the idea that The Hands of
Time is the best Picturebooks album thus far. Despite taking some risks which
don’t work out all too well, on the whole the band succeed massively in pushing
their sound forward whilst retaining what makes them great. The Hands of Time is my album of the
week.
Foals - Everything
Not Saved Will Be Lost – Part 1
6/10
Best Tracks: Exits,
Syrups, On The Luna
FFO: Everything Everything, Gengahr, Kasabian
The first
of two albums lined up for release from Oxford indie giants Foals this year, Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost - Part 1
is an exercise in ambitious, progressive pop-rock songwriting. Fans of the
band’s other material won’t be disappointed, as all the familiar elements are
there; the fuzzed-up, funky basslines; Yannis Philippakis’
instantly-recognisable vocal chops; the dreamy, chilled-out vibe that ties most
of the band’s material together. It’s very obviously a Foals album, and at this
point in their career that’s undoubtedly a good thing.
I really
enjoyed the first half of this record, and the singles especially – Exits is layered, yet feels pretty
simplistic, and attractive because of it. The syncopated open hi-hats in
combination with the snaking bass and earworm vocal lines make it impossible to
not tap your foot along. Perhaps my favourite track on the album is On The Luna, a dancey Everything
Everything-esque song with some new-wave influenced synths (which can also be
found more blatantly on In Degrees) and higher-pitched singing which suit it
really well. Just reading the title will have the refrain stuck in your head
for hours on end.
After On The Luna, unfortunately, the quality dips
a little, and all the songs seem to blend into one. Other than the latter half
of Sunday sounding like a more mellow
version of Underworld’s Born Slippy,
there’s nothing particularly memorable about this portion of the record. Of
course, it could possibly all take on a new meaning once I hear “Part 2” of Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost,
especially since the eighth track, Surf,
is labelled as Pt. 1. We’ll just have to wait and see. Still, as it stands, the
album as a whole is a worthwhile listen, with some singles that should be set
to become as timeless as Inhaler or Birch Tree.
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