Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
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Judging by the prolific longevity they've displayed thus far, we have even greater things to look forward to.
Legend has it that before they hooked up with producer Dave Fridmann their songs were unwieldy, sprawling psychedelic diversions that excited some but confused many. On 'Home XIV', however, they carved out the nebulous meanderings and focused instead on honing neat stabs of melody out of even their most complex arrangements. They seem to have taken the lesson to heart for their live performances as well, moving at a clean clip as they shapeshift seamlessly from folky acoustics ('Burden') to broad Beach Boys harmonies ('So Much Love'), from hairy-knuckled prog ('Chicago') to perfect, shimmering pop ('Truly Judy').
Even when Home can't quite match the lush, summery bloom of the album, when the sound is woolly and vocalist Eric Morrison's southern drawl gets swallowed up by the band's ambitious clamour, their summery optimism sees them through. Judging by the prolific longevity they've displayed thus far, we have even greater things to look forward to.
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