It’s an incredibly lush sound, and really brings to mind lost eighties / nineties band The Heartthrobs.
In fact Dress, (and maybe these unprepossessing Bollenstreekers don’t know this), with their widescreen soundscapes and tales of agro-industrial pyscho/socio dramas sound very trendy indeed:
It’s unbelievable that a crabby old listener like me can fall for this sugar-coated dream stuff: but I do.
So yes, there are some fairly arch tracks here, but all is simpatico at some level: and there’s some funny stuff despite radically different approaches.
There are lots of squeaks, creaks, groans and taps which allow the listener to conjure up an image of a dirty room in a backwoods, battered, wind lashed part of Twente or Friesland.
To reiterate then: it’s most refreshing that this record is messy, gangly and not perfectly formed.
This is a great EP, romantic, warm and sympathetic in its outlook.
Really it is, one of those records that you keep playing over and over again.
...a righteous and focussed stomp through some “hellish” urban future when there’s no more Kanye or broadband to console you: “we got bad news for you” indeed.
What an enjoyable listen the record is! Get this.
OK, let me warn you it’s long, indulgent and painstaking in its thoroughness and dedication: and not everything will be for you. But the good bits are very good indeed.
Essentially, this band are a great example of American musical anglophilia - for once, though, the end result is neither derivative nor dull.
… dramatic and sometimes exhilarating stuff.
Really enjoyable and could be meditational if they progress. Actually they could be lots of things if the band pushes harder.
This isn’t exactly a take on the Maqām, it’s more an impressionist film score from a Western viewpoint.
A tremendous record and one to spin after a hard day’s fell walking, pint in hand.
The Bent Moustache is without doubt a “Trickster” band but like all Tricksters, full of cunning wit and charm. Better that you’re on their side, we say.
Then it is home on the last regular train after the usual conversations: “see at the next gig?”, “you bet”… what is a 40 something bloke doing, getting all excited about this young stuff?
I am very well aware that after nightfall people in this region turn into werewolves. So where is the fucking venue?
I mean I really like the playfulness of the band, I’m totally for that, and we’re not a normal band: we don’t have a sound, we don’t sit in a room and jam like a normal band.