The Range's best tracks have always combined plaintive British muttering with big uncertain bass and twinkling frailty - a crossroads of nerves and hope. It's strange then how the most overtly vocal-laden tracks on his new one don't really land. Maybe they're too self-aware, come on too strong.
The mysterious, mumbled, fumbled, fractured middle passages are full of pulsing heart, worming around in all-black backdrop. It's a magical little something, not altogether different than his other stuff, lacking the shock of the new, but probably the right place for the newcomer to start 3.5/5
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