The sound of love and laid-back soft-fingered caress here in a brilliant trio of tracks that are notable for their honest realisation of the melting, melding mercurial munificence and dreamery of philosophical peach-peel prettiness.
But they can do pulsing 70s New Yoikness as well – the title opus is proof of the band’s ability to lay out a cool, dirty guitar grunt and a driving drumbeat – and the two minute workout is both a throwaway nod to the more traditionally live band-based side of their personality, and a celebration of the fact that being in a band can be fun.
Which gives the other two tracks on this cracking release even more kiss-me catgut in contrast; ’Low Is Not Lois’ combines half-asleep fretless bassing with a creative collision between sleeve tugging backing vocals and the simplistic brilliance of the lead line. The San Franciscan natives here have hit upon something which has both fragility and sodden-souled largesse of delivery that recalls Catatonia’s gloriously hurt ’Way Beyond Blue’. ’Love Songs’ is more of the same, albeit with a harder edge than it predecessor – the 60s melody and backward guitar solos frame some gorgeously arranged musicianship.
It’s a release that is emotional without being trite. Avoiding obvious chordtricks and unashamedly celebrating a vulnerable side of humanity that is often dismissed in favour of the swift cutdown comeback, Fuck consistently strip away the crusted exterior of the cynical and reveal the imperfections within – and that, more than anything on this turd-trampled Earth, is what makes music, people and life worth holding onto.
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