Spectrals now sit in a sonic nook which most resembles the stolid pre-punk orthodoxy of pub rock
When Yorkshireman Louis Jones started recording solo songs under the misleadingly plural name of Spectrals, he was helped by his diamond-in-the-dirt status: tearful, doo-wop-drenched guitar pop that fraternised with the gnarlier, punkier end of the British indie underbelly. Quite rightly, people began to notice, some slightly higher up the ladder. ‘Sob Story’, Spectrals’ wryly-titled second album, was recorded in San Francisco with erstwhile Girls member Chet ‘JR’ White; it’s more or less a full band effort, and comes replete with pedal steel (the title track) and country-rock licks (‘Limousine’). There’s still enough dusty amplifier buzz and garagey thump to keep indie aesthetes happy, but intentionally or not, Spectrals now sit in a sonic nook which most resembles the stolid pre-punk orthodoxy of pub rock – early ’70s bands like Brinsley Schwarz and Ducks Deluxe. Possibly intentionally, given that Welsh rock fossil Dave Edmunds is Jones’ primary stated inspiration here.