Post-punk outfit Squid return to Warp with their third album, an intricately arranged mashup of prog, horror movie exotica and dramatic, tender slowcore.
Often lumped in with their high-minded peers Black Midi, Black Country New Road and Fontaines D.C., Squid have ridden the post-punk boom without falling into the slipstream. They're still pedaling roughly the same nostalgic fusion they always have, and they're reasonably good at it - it's not the usual gear we'd expect to hear from Warp, but it could be a lot worse.
The quintet take their cues from the concept of evil on 'Cowards', dipping their toes into the occult and somehow sounding chipper whilst doing it. 'Crispy Skin' coils Procol Harem harpsichords around drummer/vocalist Ollie Judge's eager Byrne-isms, and 'Cro-Magnon Man' introduces a stronger, post-hardcore bassline, pricking up the horror with shrill string bends and creepy backing vocals. They fall into a more comfortable groove on the title track, sounding like early Mogwai or Movietone, and impress with 'Showtime!', where the technical fireworks sound more intentional than ostentatious.
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Post-punk outfit Squid return to Warp with their third album, an intricately arranged mashup of prog, horror movie exotica and dramatic, tender slowcore.
Often lumped in with their high-minded peers Black Midi, Black Country New Road and Fontaines D.C., Squid have ridden the post-punk boom without falling into the slipstream. They're still pedaling roughly the same nostalgic fusion they always have, and they're reasonably good at it - it's not the usual gear we'd expect to hear from Warp, but it could be a lot worse.
The quintet take their cues from the concept of evil on 'Cowards', dipping their toes into the occult and somehow sounding chipper whilst doing it. 'Crispy Skin' coils Procol Harem harpsichords around drummer/vocalist Ollie Judge's eager Byrne-isms, and 'Cro-Magnon Man' introduces a stronger, post-hardcore bassline, pricking up the horror with shrill string bends and creepy backing vocals. They fall into a more comfortable groove on the title track, sounding like early Mogwai or Movietone, and impress with 'Showtime!', where the technical fireworks sound more intentional than ostentatious.
Post-punk outfit Squid return to Warp with their third album, an intricately arranged mashup of prog, horror movie exotica and dramatic, tender slowcore.
Often lumped in with their high-minded peers Black Midi, Black Country New Road and Fontaines D.C., Squid have ridden the post-punk boom without falling into the slipstream. They're still pedaling roughly the same nostalgic fusion they always have, and they're reasonably good at it - it's not the usual gear we'd expect to hear from Warp, but it could be a lot worse.
The quintet take their cues from the concept of evil on 'Cowards', dipping their toes into the occult and somehow sounding chipper whilst doing it. 'Crispy Skin' coils Procol Harem harpsichords around drummer/vocalist Ollie Judge's eager Byrne-isms, and 'Cro-Magnon Man' introduces a stronger, post-hardcore bassline, pricking up the horror with shrill string bends and creepy backing vocals. They fall into a more comfortable groove on the title track, sounding like early Mogwai or Movietone, and impress with 'Showtime!', where the technical fireworks sound more intentional than ostentatious.
Post-punk outfit Squid return to Warp with their third album, an intricately arranged mashup of prog, horror movie exotica and dramatic, tender slowcore.
Often lumped in with their high-minded peers Black Midi, Black Country New Road and Fontaines D.C., Squid have ridden the post-punk boom without falling into the slipstream. They're still pedaling roughly the same nostalgic fusion they always have, and they're reasonably good at it - it's not the usual gear we'd expect to hear from Warp, but it could be a lot worse.
The quintet take their cues from the concept of evil on 'Cowards', dipping their toes into the occult and somehow sounding chipper whilst doing it. 'Crispy Skin' coils Procol Harem harpsichords around drummer/vocalist Ollie Judge's eager Byrne-isms, and 'Cro-Magnon Man' introduces a stronger, post-hardcore bassline, pricking up the horror with shrill string bends and creepy backing vocals. They fall into a more comfortable groove on the title track, sounding like early Mogwai or Movietone, and impress with 'Showtime!', where the technical fireworks sound more intentional than ostentatious.
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Post-punk outfit Squid return to Warp with their third album, an intricately arranged mashup of prog, horror movie exotica and dramatic, tender slowcore.
Often lumped in with their high-minded peers Black Midi, Black Country New Road and Fontaines D.C., Squid have ridden the post-punk boom without falling into the slipstream. They're still pedaling roughly the same nostalgic fusion they always have, and they're reasonably good at it - it's not the usual gear we'd expect to hear from Warp, but it could be a lot worse.
The quintet take their cues from the concept of evil on 'Cowards', dipping their toes into the occult and somehow sounding chipper whilst doing it. 'Crispy Skin' coils Procol Harem harpsichords around drummer/vocalist Ollie Judge's eager Byrne-isms, and 'Cro-Magnon Man' introduces a stronger, post-hardcore bassline, pricking up the horror with shrill string bends and creepy backing vocals. They fall into a more comfortable groove on the title track, sounding like early Mogwai or Movietone, and impress with 'Showtime!', where the technical fireworks sound more intentional than ostentatious.
Available To Order (Estimated Shipping between 7-14 Working Days)
This item is to the best of our knowledge available to us from the supplier and should ship to you within the time-frame indicated. If there are any unforeseen issues with availability we will notify you immediately
Post-punk outfit Squid return to Warp with their third album, an intricately arranged mashup of prog, horror movie exotica and dramatic, tender slowcore.
Often lumped in with their high-minded peers Black Midi, Black Country New Road and Fontaines D.C., Squid have ridden the post-punk boom without falling into the slipstream. They're still pedaling roughly the same nostalgic fusion they always have, and they're reasonably good at it - it's not the usual gear we'd expect to hear from Warp, but it could be a lot worse.
The quintet take their cues from the concept of evil on 'Cowards', dipping their toes into the occult and somehow sounding chipper whilst doing it. 'Crispy Skin' coils Procol Harem harpsichords around drummer/vocalist Ollie Judge's eager Byrne-isms, and 'Cro-Magnon Man' introduces a stronger, post-hardcore bassline, pricking up the horror with shrill string bends and creepy backing vocals. They fall into a more comfortable groove on the title track, sounding like early Mogwai or Movietone, and impress with 'Showtime!', where the technical fireworks sound more intentional than ostentatious.
Available To Order (Estimated Shipping between 7-14 Working Days)
This item is to the best of our knowledge available to us from the supplier and should ship to you within the time-frame indicated. If there are any unforeseen issues with availability we will notify you immediately
Post-punk outfit Squid return to Warp with their third album, an intricately arranged mashup of prog, horror movie exotica and dramatic, tender slowcore.
Often lumped in with their high-minded peers Black Midi, Black Country New Road and Fontaines D.C., Squid have ridden the post-punk boom without falling into the slipstream. They're still pedaling roughly the same nostalgic fusion they always have, and they're reasonably good at it - it's not the usual gear we'd expect to hear from Warp, but it could be a lot worse.
The quintet take their cues from the concept of evil on 'Cowards', dipping their toes into the occult and somehow sounding chipper whilst doing it. 'Crispy Skin' coils Procol Harem harpsichords around drummer/vocalist Ollie Judge's eager Byrne-isms, and 'Cro-Magnon Man' introduces a stronger, post-hardcore bassline, pricking up the horror with shrill string bends and creepy backing vocals. They fall into a more comfortable groove on the title track, sounding like early Mogwai or Movietone, and impress with 'Showtime!', where the technical fireworks sound more intentional than ostentatious.