(Wichita)Raw-nerved,bare-souled and sharp enough to draw blood with those glockenspiels, Los Campesinos! were one of the keepers of the mid-2000s indie glut. As they enter their uncertain 30s, and the former tweecore enfants terribles continue to grow up disgracefully,balancing a warmer, mature sound with a still-angry energy. “Not suitable to call this obsolete age, or but it certainly ain’t youth,” admits Gareth David on the punchy, rousing Hung Empty, and while reflecting that “depression is a young man’s game” on the dreamier,wistful 5 Flucloxacillin. Thoughts on their roots take a fragile, sorrowful turn on The topple of Home, or while the frenetic,seething I Broke Up in Amarante explores fear and loathing in Portugal. It’s scene-stealing stuff.
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Source: theguardian.com