ALBUM REVIEW: WILD BEASTS - SMOTHER
Wild Beasts are, in fact, one hell of a catchy band. Not evident, sure, but there is no denying the Brits know how to dazzle you, creep into your soul with seemingly Victorian tales (even if they’re not really, the only place where you can possibly see them unfold is under 19th century grey skies). No surprise then that their fan base has been growing and that ‘cult band’ is not a way to describe them anymore.
The softness and organic feel of Smother only reassures the four’s firm grip on the ears and minds of listeners is not a fleeing thing. Sparse guitars and electronica bits are what give the album unity, songs almost creating a dream world where the group invites you to live in sin. For while the melodies might seem at times innocent and the way things are phrased sometimes sets a veil of peace over it all, the lyrics are about violent lust, both exuding sexuality and deeply disturbing.
Anyone will agree that there is nothing but sheer beauty here, but a beauty you should fear like The Evil Queen’s apple for Snow White. Hayden Thorpe and Tom Fleming’s whispered vocals only create a sinister atmosphere and the synths become more claustrophobic and oppressive and the drums more menacing and unwelcoming. Tribal whiffs, post-rock scents, chimes and circling guitars wrap the alternating vocals, making you uncomfortable like you are witnessing a deeply intimate scene yet just as curious about how things will unfold.
True that Smother is perhaps a less urgent or intense affair than Two Dancers. But any comparison to its predecessor seems to pale in the light of this stunning release, a gem coming from a wonderful band. Mercury Award nomination it has to receive and end-of-the-year lists it is bound to appear on beside, Smother is a finger-licking delight which is sure to find its way into many hearts.
~ Ana Dinescu
