The band’s third album, ‘A Different Kind Of Fix’, will be out on August 29th through Island Records.
I actually considered going around the empty office last night and hiding all available copies of this album. Not because I don’t like it, but because it’s been on so much I’m terrified the office Obsessive Compact Disc sufferers will ruin it for me before it even comes out.
What’s making it such a stereo mainstay then? Well, these things…
How Can You Swallow So Much Sleep
This one you’ll have already heard, but it’s far too good for a Twilight soundtrack. Managing to be both heady with yearning and skippingly lightweight, ringing guitar and Jack’s lonesome bleat yield to a shunting, almost hiphopish rhythm before the guitar cascades back in with double force through clouds of chorused backing vocals. Sparkles harder than Robert Pattinson, in short.
More and more BBC are sounding like our own take on North American indie heavyweights like Arcade Fire and The National; hugely emotive in scope without pandering to KOL-style easy push-buttons. Gently abrasive riffs (like a nice facial scrub) propel haunted synths towards a tense, fraught chorus.
Jack’s voice follows the guitar down a tip-toe delicate melodic descent like Orpheus down to Hades after his lost love (“I’m there when your fingers snap… it’s not where we left it at”) as woodblocks chirrup around him and a big romping riff cavorts about like a happy puppy.
Lights Out, Words Gone
The lightest and (someone really needs to invent a better word for this) grooviest moment on the album, this gentle, rolling, Wild Beasts-ish thing is carefree like straw hats and graced by the featherlight backing vocals of band friend and muse Lucy Rose.
Take The Right One
All reverb and rush and driving rhythms worthy of a most enthusiastic steering-wheel tap. That’s not an insult, by the way. I love tapping steering wheels and I can’t even drive.
Another real stand out amid the general vibes of beautiful yearning, a jaunty bit of piano picks up the pace here.
A return to the gentler, mournful finger-picking feel of ‘Flaws’ that so charmed the knickers off Britain, with Lucy Rose again lending her ghostly tones.
Metronomically ticking, waltzing verses lead into a choppy, staccato pre-chorus and then WHOOSH! The big soar.
Another more low-key number the intro all spare and echoing and built round the gorgeous interplay of Jack and Lucy’s voices like some sort of folky xx, before a comfy pillow of gentle Americana plumps up beneath them.
What You Want
Probably the rockiest number on here, again this has strong Arcade Fire tinges, all moody and bassy with bright slashes of guitar.
Electronic burbles introduce a strangely medieval lurch that unfolds into a beautiful summery pageant of a song.
This long and spicily melancholic album closer keeps reminding us of late-period Radiohead, but without the fucking annoying no-publicity publicity stunts and boring bits.
Managing the difficult balancing act of both taking the band down new avenues and (we hope) widening their ever-growing appeal, we predict great things from ‘A Different Kind Of Fix’.