The Son(s) – The Son(s)

Dogs, Boys & Men is an odd way to kick off a record – a concoction of early nineties British indie rock and psychedelia with a touch of folk, but then the enigmatic Son(s) haven’t exactly produced an ordinary album. These flavours continue to swirl and sway throughout in increasingly unpredictable patterns; the general sense of melancholy seemingly the only constant and, between silken vocals and delicately precise production, every minute is akin to gradually sinking into the comfiest chair you own.

So much of The Son(s) lies in just how clean it all sounds. Whether it’s in the breathily overlapping vocals of There Is A Hole At The Bottom Of The Sea or the lazy strumming of Count Your Feet, each song is spaced in such a way that everything coexists in some kind of perfect harmony: a musical Twilight Zone where a meeting of Blur and Fairport Convention can make perfect sense.