Zachary Cole Smith has overcome a multitude of problems to make this intensely powerful album
Pwy Sy'n Galw?
...they're too busy having fun with the history and language of pop to lose themselves in destructive reverence. Which is, most certainly, a good attitude.
Rifling through a trunk full of unfashionable '70s glam-pop, Big Leaves pull out gargantuan velvet-flared choruses and stack-heeled Day-Glo melodies and try them on for size. On the evidence of crunching opener, 'Dilyn Dy Drwyn' (translation: 'Follow Your Nose'), they fit perfectly, deftly setting off their freshly-inked Slade tattoos. Pausing merely to shatter your speaker cones with the bloody-minded title track (translation: 'Who's Calling?'), singer Rhodri Sion dons a low-cut skintight leotard (like Freddie Mercury wore on the 'Bo Rhap' vid) and out-Queens Queen on the operatic-boogie of 'Seithenyn' (translation: um... er... sorry...). Phew!
The flashpoint between 'Radiator'-era Furries and early Gorky's Zygotic Mynci, 'Pwy Sy'n Galw?' is the sound of a robust, concise, self-aware pop nous refusing to deny its more sprawling, pastoral leanings. Yes, it's a defiantly '70s-scented stomp, but like those aforementioned fellow countrymen, Big Leaves refuse to play straight, to fall into the retro tarpit - they're too busy having fun with the history and language of pop to lose themselves in destructive reverence. Which is, most certainly, a good attitude.
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