Boomkat Product Review:
The third album from George Thomas on Manchester's Red Deer Club, Laughing At The Raging Sea, is cast in the same air of shambling lo-fi kookiness that characterised previous works, kicking off with the unstable folksy jumble of "My Name Is George', whose charmingly rundown, knockabout ukulele sounds contradict the tough-talk in the lyrics: "In Glasgow they call me The Destroyer, in London they call me The Iron Fist" before arriving at the conclusion: "Don't mess with me, my name is George". Throughout, the lead vocals are delivered with an almost whispered, timid croak, which fits the character of Thomas' slightly barmy songwriting, but when he drops into a more melancholic mode, the delivery remains appropriate. 'Asbestos' is a creepy old ditty, driven by crackly old organ and pianos, and 'Peach In Mid-Winter' with its tacked-on vinyl noise makes for an effective and hauntingly minimalist ballad. Like a more focused Sam And The Plants, or perhaps Euros Childs locked in a shed, George Thomas' music is full of makeshift charm and eccentricity, and is well worth getting acquainted with if you have any sort of predilection for rickety, structurally unsound indie-folk.