Those Darlins - 'Blur The Line'
Lo-fi bubblegum garage-country, to make us confront the disruptive juxtapositions of gender and civilisation.
8 / 10
Tangled naked on the sleeve in a pose you’d pay money never to see Public Service Broadcasting recreate, Tennessee’s Those Darlins don’t just want their third album of lo-fi bubblegum garage-country to crystallise the burgeoning Nashville scene. They want us to confront the disruptive juxtapositions of gender and civilisation that we all ponder when faced with four people fondling each other. Their truck-stop talk of tumours, drunk moms and Isaiah 11:6 focus the album on Deep South degradation, but the lush Lemonheads-pop of ‘Drive’, the stoned drive-in glam of ‘That Man’ and the girl-band psych-blues of ‘Baby Mae’ lend this record the tint of a narcotic and poetic take on Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Tusk’ with Jack White on fuzz and Phil Spector on shotgun.
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