Crashing melodic madness abounds on the Leamington Spa quartet’s newest. If Metronomy, Hot Chip and post-punk also-rans Clor all did the collective dirty, the resulting sonic offspring might sound a little like this. Beamed in with a fragile, nu-folk ping and airy production which suggests a first-day-of-spring zing, it builds from wispy and majestic to a bold little treasure.
Priya Elan