Since they took the long road south, output from the (former) Edinburgh troupe may have been sporadic, but it’s certainly been interesting.
There was the terrifying intensity of The Only Fear Is Of Getting Caught or the lunatic foray into Dutch rap (not a euphemism).
The Out of Angles EP, finds them back on more familiar territory. Not to suggest that we’re just served up a retread of previous material. This is definitely a more muscular piece of work than previously, which I’m putting down to it being considerably more piano-lite. Whether this is down to necessity (was life in London too rich for for the ivory-tinkler?) or just the next development in their sound (or both), I can’t really say. But, it certainly suits them.
As ever, there is more going on in the six tracks here than many bands manage in a lifetime. Opening instrumental Everything is Becoming… is lovely, and frankly just too short. The most obvious candidate for A-side status For Want of Structure is a rollicking dervish of gypsy violins and fevered lyrics. The City at the End of The Road is this releases effortless pop-tune, they like to throw at least on in. Closer …Nothing Ever Is is just MASSIVE. No, seriously. It’s testament to the talent in this band that they manage to pull it off (or more kinda cling onto it).
Another excellent release from one of the more interesting bands in Scotland (or not, as the case may be).