Quickspace : Flat Moon Society, The
It's too pretty for that anyway. Hawaiian steel guitars and a haunting music box back gentle, lilting harmonies and create the perfect pop lullaby...
If you like your bands with backbone, look away now. Stoke Newington's most fragile souls, [a]Quickspace[/a], covet beauty and daisy chains more than brash attitude and forceful lyrics. While no-one could stomach too much of that, 'The Flat Moon Society' captures that rare state of loveliness just before it turns your stomach. It's easily as fey as anything [a]Belle & Sebastian[/a] would attempt, but its complete lack of knowing irony means it's unlikely to make a similar impact on the nation's bedroom dreamers. It's too pretty for that anyway. Hawaiian steel guitars and a haunting music box back gentle, lilting harmonies and create the perfect pop lullaby. Wistfully, its lyrics wonder if the moon is actually flat and the air curved while generally marvelling at the wonder of nature. "So you dive into the sea and suddenly you're free/Who's sorry now?". God help us if there's ever a war.
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