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Delving deeper into the album, it becomes clear that this release has higher highs and lower lows; there’s an edginess that was not present before. If Depression Cherry was walking into the waves at sunset, TYLS is jogging along a cliff during a blood moon.
It’s difficult to pin point exactly what’s so alluring about Ought. Almost exactly equal parts visceral to cerebral, their music lays all of its influences out on the canvas but presents post punk in a fresh and exciting way.
Featuring love songs interspersed with tongue-in-cheek lyrics that border laughable and creepy like “I’m gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a beanbag” or “Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet” from “Every Other Freckle”, their shows are set to be fun ones.
It sees the trio expanding on a less RIGHT IN YOUR FUCKING FACE BOOM LOUD SCREAM ETC. vibe and more, a subtle hello I am here we are pretty loud but have some pretty bits around the place, I can’t make you love viola, and SCREAM TOO.
The album as a whole is no doubt a good listen, ranging from the trademark folky fingerpicking of album opener ‘Spring to Come’, through to gritty funk of ‘Livin’ in the City’ where John opens up on the ol’ electric guitar into a Hendrix-esque crescendo; And this occurs over the first two songs.