Go Tell Fire To The Mountain
Roberts has a voice that could be described as a Homo Antecessor howling at the moon, a possum clinging to life after being run over by a car, or Tom Hanks in Castaway as Wilson bobs out of his grasp. These unintelligible, scratchy groans are apparently grunted along to at live shows. (A cheat’s guide to singing along: recurring words are ‘crown’, ‘baby’, ‘father’, ‘gold’, ‘money’, ‘blood’, ‘animals’ and ‘home’)...
The Rip Tide
An intriguing blend of serious and sweet, this short album sounds like a dirge for the funeral of a smurf...
Big Nudge Pie
Again the band mixes up the genres, beginning with a poppy sound that evolves into a Hendrix-style jam. Prebble is super snarly on It All Becomes Clear, where lines like “my fantasy is your catastrophe” sound as though they’re being spat and hissed by a pissed-off (but rather adorable) cat in a cage.