By The Envy Corps
Elegant, atmospheric indie.
Pretty drab isn't it? The description even sounds boring. Okay, there are a few bands that do it right (Radiohead, Doves) but the rest just can't help but steer down the country roads, rather than dare their way down the motorway at midnight.
The Envy Corps are kind of duel carriageway. This is a stomping little number that has a smidgen of violin (presumably there so journos can call them 'epic') and the melodic overload of Trail Of Dead's finest moments. Bear like Luke Pettipoole's vocals have the sneer of Thom Yorke, yet still remain original - it's not as if he is trying to be someone else. Other bands take note or better still, employ a different singer.
There's a couple of niggles; firstly, it sounds too close to Modest Mouse's 'Float On' for comfort, and secondly it's rather shined over, losing a bit of edge in the process (an unfortunate trend these days). These are minor gripes however, and the good far outweighs the bad. Yay.
I shall explore.