70's art punks, now in their 60's, making highly-produced, mid-tempo rock songs - what could go wrong?
But I'll be damned, it's actually pretty good. It's slick and unchallenging, but when your basic melodies and production details are this solid I'll forgive it. This is The Strokes via Grandaddy, endless soft-focus motorik gliding past pastoral scenes of the future.
Outdoor Miner, from 1978's Chairs Missing is the missing link here. It had a sensitive, quietly catchy tunefulness that justifies this whole approach as part of the Wire sound. What fascinating fellows, I'm glad they're still at it 3.5/5
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