mick mercer -
NO HANDS TO GUIDE US
It’s always good to see a band grow and from the intriguing ‘5 Tales From God-Only-Knows’ EP, which reeked of character they have taken their Steampunk indoors and sat and considered the impact, creating snapshot dramas which have an unsettling effect. This increased subtlety really works.
‘All You Want’ begins with the hourly clock chime, then introduces cheeky bass and drags its glittery body along the floor like a wounded but proud ABC, offering some subterranean funk weirdness, coming on like David Byrne duelling with a feverish violin. I have no idea what they’re on about, but it isn’t healthy. Nothing is clear, but that’s fun. The songs are individually credited as being sung by A Filth Pilgrim, Clive The Barker, Captain Nobody, The Spirit Of The Old #9 and Elwood Lovekraken. These people are in their heads and, scarily, are starting to come out.
‘Dirty Old Silver’ contains a very frightening woman, but there’s a wheezy cello behind the cool and cruel imagery, a theatrical drama with more great bass, fidgety strings and fluttering, imposing impishness, with a lethal lilt. ‘Frozen Mood’ is slower, like a simple stage piece, the music slipping in and out, and I’m not even sure if some of the lyrics make sense, but there’s a deeply troubled soul drawing us near. The jaunty stroll that is ‘Chaser’ comes on like a barely veiled lyrical threat, in another scene of dangerous darkness. ‘Ever After’ fair skips along, with steaming strings as it all steps up briskly and prettily, with dinky bass and a great vocal delivery with nice, unexpected flourishes.