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In the wake of the all-encompassing Mumfordisation of British folk, Peggy Sue’s 2010 debut seemed to get somewhat brushed under the carpet. Their name sounds like a ’50s rom-song or a character from Rosie And Jim; they play the accordion; they make some of their own instruments – nothing new here. Problem was, the London trio were actually a darker, cleverer and, well, just better proposition than most of their so-called peers. Now, a year down the line and with a sophomore effort that maintains its folk backbone but beats with an angsty heart that’s more PJ Harvey than posh-boy shanty, it’s about time the associations were dropped once and for all. ‘Cut My Teeth’ opens with six minutes of bitter laments and growling guitars, ‘Boxes’ wraps itself in ghostly distortion, while ‘Song & Dance’ unleashes cries of “Sing it loud/I’ll keep out of your way” while still retaining its catchy sensibilities. A huge step forward for them and, hopefully, for their public perception too.
Will the cries of ‘Song & Dance’ move you to tears or just muting the sound completely? Listen below: