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Boomkat Product Review:
Back in stock. There's been much written in the press about how Patrick Wolf is more in keeping with what The Libertines are about than the actual rabble of smack urchins comprised of Doherty et al themselves. Don't believe a word of it. Wolf is in fact a purveyor of crisp and dry folktronica which wears its heart firmly on its sleeve and sees him more than willing to give a Marc Almond style vocal performance if the song dictates it. Wolf takes bubbling electronica then turns it into a stew of romanticised, impassioned journeys which dip and rise like a rollercoaster. Album opener and lead single 'The Libertine' (you see where they got the comparison from...) is a rollicking collision of strings, beats that crackle like a greasy spoon at capacity and Wolf's overblown vocals that are somewhere between a stadium rocker and The Divine Comedy's Neil Hannon. The tethering of disparate auditory fragments continues on 'Teignmouth' where Telefon Tel Aviv strings and a stuttering digital beat allows Wolf to go all Soft Cell on us, but Soft Cell with Nick Cave impersonating Marc Almond, and somehow pull it off. Elsewhere Wolf samples birdsong on the clattering folk of 'Ghost Song', whilst on 'Tristan' he sticks on his leathers, downs a bottle of sour mash then gets down to a grunting performance worthy of The 80's Matchbox B-Line Disaster or florescent fetishist Julian Cope. The Libertines this ain't.