Album review: Tindersticks – Falling Down A Mountain (4AD)

A sophisticated grape dislocated by drones, jazz drums and trumpet

Like a Bad Seeds for men with a high-end wine subscription, the sharp-suited [a]Tindersticks[/a] examine the worrying meeting point of romance and masculinity. Yet their eighth album is a dislocated creature. The opening track points towards a new direction, all fractured drones, eerie jazz drums and trumpet, Stuart Staples’ nasal tones uttering incantations like Vic Reeves’ club singer gone voodoo. Yet aside from the dusty, lo-fi ‘Black Smoke’ and gothic funereal instrumental ‘Hubbard Hills’, Tindersticks return to their roots of elegantly arranged multi-instrumental crooning. Like a vintage Bordeaux, it slips down a treat (aside from lamentable ‘Peanuts’, which gets stuck in the throat), but the moments of oddness whetted our palette for more.

Luke Turner

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