Wild Beasts, British Sea Power, Frank Ocean
NME’s Dan Martin delivers his verdict on this week’s releases
Wild Beasts – ‘Bed Of Nails’
You can just about giggle at Hayden’s flowery intonation (although most people do that anyway). Or you can archly question what business anyone from the northwest has knowing somebody called ‘Ophelia’. But for the most part, all you can do is wallow in the hazy euphoria of this loping, gently mechanical dreamscape and just kind of gawp.
British Sea Power – ‘Georgie Ray’
Personally I blame Arcade Fire, followed closely by the governments of the Western world, for all this doom-laden ‘woe-is-the-future’ rhetoric infiltrating indie rock at the moment. But if you’re going to do it, you may as well go the whole hog and be all ‘won’t-somebody-think-of-the-children!’ to an epic piano ballad so earnest it would be considered too much for even most Broadway musicals.
Frank Ocean – ‘Novocane’
The OFWGKTA man has already managed to provide the most interesting moment on the new Beyoncé album. Coming from the collective’s token crooner, ‘Novocane’ unsurprisingly doesn’t go round being all ‘burn the gays’ but instead plays out an eerie, mellifluous and actually very addictive ode to getting wasted on medicinal narcs of a morning while having sex on a kitchen floor.
Inc – ‘Millionairess’
It falls to the artists formerly known
as Teen Inc to provide a more realistic soundtrack to the activities Frank details on ‘Novocane’. The genre-bending band of brothers whip up an almost offensively blissful funk pop jam, so relaxed that it sounds like the sort of thing Prince would come up with in a post-coital drugs haze. Not that we’re suggesting that’s the sort of thing Prince ever does.
Cat’s Eyes – ‘Over You’
This is lovely, and at least one reason to legitimately hate the (also lovely) new Horrors album – it detracts the world’s attention from Cat’s Eyes, Faris’ side-project with classically trained spooky lady Rachel Zeffira. Chief among the many charms of ‘Over You’ is that it convinces you that life would just be better if lived within a girl group in the ’60s.
Teeth – ‘Care Bear’
And from the sublime to the outright strange, like if Crystal Castles decided to rein it in a bit because they wanted to impress a judge on The Voice or something. And from an outfit calling themselves ‘Teeth’ it’s remarkably blunt, chunky and eventually really quite annoying. It could only be more chafing if Alice Glass herself was there, thrusting at your ankles with sandpaper.
This article originally appeared in the July 23rd issue of NME