Bristol solo artist follows up debut LP with dreamy second
Forgive the title, which seems to be some kind of pretentious analogy about menstruation: Bristol songsmith Oliver Wilde’s second LP is as dreamy and gorgeous as they come. Part distortion-laden guitar warmth, part dappled electronics, the likes of ‘Pull’ – a hypnotic mix of acoustic guitar, strings and electronic drones – and the lethargic, mellifluous ‘Rest Less’ are what you imagine Beck might end up with if he swallowed an entire pillbox of Xanax. The equally ridiculously titled ‘Stomach Full Of Cats’, meanwhile, soars by on gloriously giddy, swirling synths, like Deerhunter at their most doe-eyed, while ‘Say Yes To Ewans’ is a dusky caress that finds Wilde’s vocal at its spine-tinglingly ethereal peak. Truly magical stuff.