My Ruin – Live at Scala London Kings Cross – January 2012
No matter how formidable those dire-wolf fangs of hers are, you would still want to cradle her into your arms and bless her …
MoreNo matter how formidable those dire-wolf fangs of hers are, you would still want to cradle her into your arms and bless her …
MoreA low and extraordinarily flexible bass rubs shoulders with a storm of light guitars …
MorePastrami slices of organ add disquieting textures as the relentless and ominously pounding thrums build up tension, and create a bank of nervy waves
MoreHaunting cool strings and a pliant hollow vibe start to sketch the lonely mood. These, together with some lush vocal harmonies, hint at slightly more hopeful times ahead…
Morejam packed full of spirited drummery and dazzling virtuosity …the directness and purity of the passion is squeezed out, drop-by-drop…
MoreBen and Paddy both attack their guitars with the kind of crazy eyed madness you would use if you were trying to strangle a scarecrow on stage…
MoreA thumpy bumpy-car cartload of percussive influences and instant danceable beats, lavishly garnished with rockabilly style ‘Cochran’ guitars…
MoreSwoonful textures add emotional reflections in pools of shimmering light…
MoreThe Southern vibes tease at your forehead- like a pesky mosquito buzzing around a belladonna canopy
MoreThis confection gently feathers your mood, sending tendrils of love way into your heart
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