๐ช๐ผ๐น๐ณ ๐๐น๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ return with ๐๐น๐๐ฒ ๐ช๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ, their third studio album.
The 11 songs are varied enough to make categorization tricky, and they often mix it up within the same track. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ฏ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ throws in a colourful psychedelic ELO bridge just because it can, while ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐๐ต ๐๐ seems content to be a stately ballad, until it starts building into an epic where singer Ellie Rowsell’s background yells would form the basis of lesser bands' most standout songs.
Rowsell’s lyrics are less opaque than before, whether describing the sensuality of music in ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง’s low-slung funk or the messy romance of ๐๐ช๐ฑ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ฏ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด, whose swirling goth melodrama is as close as Wolf Alice have to a comfort zone. They’re capable of stripping it back to primal pop, with Play The Greatest Hits’ deliciously daft glam oddly similar to Toni Basil’s Mickey. Similarly, the expansive rocker ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ shows how Joel Arney has become one of the best drummers around, controlled when needed but equally capable of ferocity.
Blue Weekend isn’t a perfect record, with the folky ๐๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด and ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ (๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ’๐ท๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ) a little whimsical next to everything else going on. It matters little, though. Rowsell’s rallying cry in Smile that “I ain’t afraid of the fact that I’m sensitive” is borne out in a wild and tender third album. Next year's main stages had better be prepared.
(From Record Collector 7/2021)
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