A strange one this. Not just because it’s quite a peculiar album (which I will get round to shortly) but because I’ve reviewed it before. Or have I ? The last thing I reviewed by the band was called Swans Reflecting Elephants and you can find that review on the site. Apparently this album is a reworked version of that one (new title and all). I don’t remember the previous version well enough to be able to compare so I’m going to review it on its own merits.
The first thing you notice is that there is no real relationship between the singer and the song. I quite like his voice but in all honesty he can’t sing. This is by no means unprecedented in the wonderful world of music and in his favour I would say that somehow the dissonance between his voice and the actual song is quite interesting, and it fits the general aesthetic of slight oddness that prevails over the whole album. Louche guitar work, electronic touches and then a pure (and technically correct) vocal are all features on the first song, which has a misshapen, shambling appeal that is present throughout. “Boxes” has the same broken aesthetic, setting off with weird backwards noises into an unsettling piano number with the singer rambling any which way over the top, his accented English adding weird charm to something that sounds like it should be a Lynch soundtrack, parping Saxophone solo and all. Throw in some Portishead like guitar work and you’ve got something quite impressive all in all. The whole album is composed of these seemingly disparate instruments sounds and approaches and whereas I don’t really remember being overly affected by their previous release / version, this album has enough musical savvy walking hand in hand with plain old weirdness to make it a beguiling listen. And you can get it from Bandcamp for a price of your naming, so turn your day on its head by listening to the strange sound of Lingering Last Drops.