Bombay Bicycle Club...A Different Kind Of Fix(2011) [FLAC]

A Different Kind Of Fix [2011] Universal Island Records / 2777330


1. How Can You Swallow So Much Sleep
2. Bad Timing
3. Your Eyes
4. Lights Out, Words Gone
5. Take The Right One
6. Shuffle
7. Beggars
8. Leave It
9. Fracture
10. What You Want
11. Favourite Day
12. Still

ItΓΓé¼Γäós okay if youΓΓé¼Γäóre a little irritating if youΓΓé¼Γäóre also annoyingly good. Bombay Bicycle Club, young and fey when they pedalled onto the scene four years ago and now looking even younger and acting even more feyly, may still not be embraced by those who feel the post-Belle and Sebastian school of anti-rock merits a good slap rather than a hug and an exclamation of "aw, bless", but itΓΓé¼Γäós getting increasingly difficult to deny their talent.

Yes, theyΓΓé¼Γäóve been given more encouragement, nurturing and backing than most bands receive in a lifetime, but theyΓΓé¼Γäóve now released three albums of bravely different styles. Their debut was dynamic indie-pop, while top-10 follow-up Flaws lurched across to soft folk territory with a perversity that only seemed opportunistic with hindsight. Now, thankfully electing not to go the full Mumford, they return with something thatΓΓé¼Γäós beautifully hard to categorise. A bit Italian house, a bit Animal Collective (Ben Allen is among the producers, as is 21st century tyro Jim Abbiss), a bit Talking Heads and a lot flush with giddy enthusiasm and sunshine, itΓΓé¼Γäós very indie and very fey ΓΓé¼ΓÇ£ but in a good way.

Lead single Shuffle provides pretty much a microcosm of the albumΓΓé¼Γäós feel. Building a gentle, hooky pop song over a looping, dance-inducing piano sample, itΓΓé¼Γäós, like all the best late-summer sounds, 75% exuberant and 25% melancholy. What You Want and Bad Timing waft in on similar breezes, but with less definition, more ambivalence. Lights Out, Words Gone is as close as they come to the realms of the epic, fostering a stabby white-funk riff until it blows off science (theyΓΓé¼Γäóre warmer than Foals) and stumbles happily onto something not a million miles away from soul.

Guitars are understated throughout, and singer/co-producer Jack SteadmanΓΓé¼Γäós penchant for making bedroom-electronica off duty has permeated these grooves without smothering them in ΓΓé¼╦£blub-ΓΓé¼Γäó or any other kind of ΓΓé¼╦£stepΓΓé¼Γäó. Yes, the videos still display awkward, cringe-worthy naivety that could inspire the next The Inbetweeners movie, but this music is a mature mix of jaunty and jaundiced.

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