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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