An album that tonally owes a creative debt to both ELO and Arcade Fire, Love Letters is at turns wistful, fragile and fraught with desire, rejection and isolation. There is a particularly resonant line in Never in a Month of Sundays, “I’ll take you away from this horrible town,” that captures everything it is to be in love and on the run. Reservoir takes place in a desolate space tinged with ruined romance like the reservoir in the song title. There is a desperate yearning for escape from the trap of our lives bleeding out of every lyric that penetrates bone-deep. The title track of the album is dance on the table and make a prat of yourself catchy, but behind the synths and hooks of clever indie electronica is a palpable darkness that only serves to enrich the pop sensibilities of the band in a mastery of contrast.
4 out of 5 stars.
(originally printed in Kirkby Extra, Issue 314, November 2014)
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