An angrier, colder version of Tame Impala
Not until two minutes into eight-minute opener ‘Away Towards’ does the mist start to lift. Then: whoosh! A swirl of Primal Scream psychedelia played by five men from Leeds, over which singer MJ (Hookworms like to be known by their initials) gives it the full Bobby Gillespie. This record is not the sunburnt wooze of Tame Impala: it’s angrier, colder. ‘Form And Function’ is a furious fuzz; ‘Preservation’ plain irritated by the world. Sensing the album is perhaps too intense, the band’s debut also features lyric-free, sort-of-ambient tracks ‘i’, ‘ii’ and ‘iii’, dotted throughout to provide brief moments of serenity.