Wild Beasts-Limbo Panto (2008) [Mp3]

Wild Beasts-Limbo Panto (2008)





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Idioma: English

Genero: Indie





1. Vigil For A Fuddy Duddy 4:43

2. The Club of Fathomless Love 3:44

3. The Devil's Crayon 3:38

4. Woeboegone Wanderers 4:54

5. The Old Dog 4:27

6. Please Sir 3:27

7. His Grinning Skull 4:36

8. She Purred While I Grrred 3:30

9. Brace Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants 4:02

10. Cheerio Chaps Cheerio Goodbye 4:38



Release Notes:



Sally forth of a Saturday evening into any one of BritainÆs

murderous provincial town squares; the smell of testosterone

mingles with sweating lambÆs flesh while punters duck into

dive after dive as refugees pleading for sanctuary. What do

you see? A zoo? Wild Beasts see a ballet.



In Limbo, Panto this remarkable Leeds-via-Kendal four piece

present a kind of Songs Of Innocence And Experience for the

juvenile male psyche; cataloguing its obsessions, its foibles

and its transferred desires with a satiristÆs eye for the

absurd and an artistÆs eye for the absurdly beautiful.



With lofty intent, then, the end justifies the frequently

bewildering means: musically-speaking, Wild Beasts peddle an

indecent but skilfully realised mix of village fete

tomfoolery, Orange JuiceÆs subtle melodicism and, in frontman

Hayden ThorpeÆs divisive falsetto aneurisms, a diva croon to

rival the oddball likes of Russell Mael and Billy McKenzie.



With tracks like early calling-card 'Brave Bulging Buoyant

Clairvoyants', æThe Club Of Fathomless LoveÆ (ôfull with

fierce, fathomless love / I spit and have spats to be roughö)

Wild Beasts drink deep of the youthful elixir and dole out

drubbings to the faces of their forefathers, only to find

themselves undone in ways that have plagued mankind since time

immemorial. Or not, as the case may be: æCheerio ChapsÆ is a

grief-stricken music hall number examining what being shot out

of a circus cannon will do for your wounded sense of male

pride (ôI gloat with gritted grin / to cheat my chin into

keeping the womanly wibbling inö).



To qualify a little: Limbo, Panto isnÆt a perfect debut, but

in terms of range and depth of ambition thereÆs no new band in

the UK can hold a candle to Wild Beasts right now, save

perhaps These New Puritans, and theirs feels a much more

consciously-willed autonomy, if no less valid.



Which isnÆt to say our subjectsÆ sound was merely stumbled

upon; you can bet your bottom dollar there isnÆt a stroke on

this record that wasnÆt agonised over at length, and the band

has clearly striven to create a lasting impression in

everything from the track listing up û ten songs in length,

two previous singles left off (including the very fine

æAssemblyÆ), signature hit tucked away at track nine with

muted arrangement, nary a furtive eye cast in the direction of

the indie disco. Even the titleÆs jarring vowel sounds trip

awkwardly off the tongue.



And if Limbo, PantoÆs opening brace are an exhilarating

clatter then itÆs æThe DevilÆs CrayonÆ that justifies the

approach and provides the band with the masterstroke they were

no doubt aiming at. ThorpeÆs obsessively alliterative ear as a

lyricist can occasionally get the better of him but here he

allows himself room to breathe, bassist Tom FlemmingÆs suave

tenor giving emotional heft to the formerÆs impassioned cries

that ôwe are all so much moulded doughö while revelatory

chords fire off around him. ItÆs a pretty stunning moment.



æThe Old DogÆ is a lovely, lilting duet that nonetheless

sneaks lines as shocking and birth-traumatic as ôa human is

hauled from the wombÆs wired jawö under the radar, while

highlight æHis Grinning SkullÆ provides another moment where a

sense of transgression is allowed to pierce the bandÆs

rosy-cheeked vigour, an extraordinary tale of cuckoldry and

gravedigging set to a stately shimmer of synth and guitar.



A thrillingly uneven listen, all told, but what's important is

that, like toddlers taking their first teetering steps, Wild

Beasts are reeling in the instinctive knowledge theyÆve set in

motion an idea thatÆs been in their genes from birth, coursing

fearless through learning limbs that seek out trauma as their

cue to pick up the pen, the guitar or the microphone. As such,

Limbo, Panto is shocking, funny, and above all irrevocable.

Expect this lot to be around for the long haul.