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Record Review: Wolf Alice – My Love Is Cool

By Declan Roberts (@DeclanMR)

When a new London band strikes the scene every journalist around tries to catch a grip on what sort of genre they play into. A band exists to be pigeonholed. For Wolf Alice however, no one can really put a finger on it. The first two EPs featured calm and catchy singalongs. At that point, they were regularly placed under the unimaginative banner of “indie”. But a debut album is an opportune moment to shift perceptions. Once again Wolf Alice cast their shadow over the norm and bring us a melting pot of a record, mixed up in every genre in the alternative bracket you could possibly imagine.

Let’s start with the familiar. Previous singles ‘Bros’ and ‘Fluffy’ have been re-recorded here, adding needed freshness. The first single taken from ‘My Love Is Cool’ was ‘Giant Peach’, a blistering four and half minutes of sharp guitar tones conjoined with Ellie’s beautifully executed grunge howls. ‘You’re A Germ’ was the next to be unveiled (a favourite an Annie Mac, no less), a song that is as every bit as savage as the title might suggest. It’s hard to avoid imagining a chaotic scene of the whole band smashing the shit out of all their instruments as the witch-cackle finale brings the creepy vibes. Cinematic glitter-ball opener ‘Turn To Dust’ demands immediate and multiple spins, while ‘Your Loves Whore’ takes a shoegaze route straight to Slowdive’s ‘Souvlaki’ era. ‘Freazy’ carries this theme through later on in the tracklist.

‘Lisbon’ conjures its contemporaries with Beach House elements and Sleater-Kinney’s outbursts. ‘Soapy Water’ meanwhile is part Chvrches and part Poliça. One thing’s for sure, if Zane Lowe decides to re-score the Drive soundtrack yet again (and, surely, it should be an annual occurrence?) this track has got to be on it. ‘My Love Is Cool’ is a powerful and undeniably creative effort that stands as a great example of the inventive music scene our capital is currently fostering. Record of the year contender? You bet.

Grant Bailey

Grant is the music editor at the London Economic. Send horrid riffs.

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