30 Mar 11
We do so much promoting for Wu Lyf round these violently turqoise parts, that I can’t help but feel MiscMusic should be on band manager Warren Bramley’s (or ”War God” as he’s been so terrifyingly dubbed…) payroll. Many a night, you can find me feverishly pounding away at a calculator, cursing under my breath at the thought of all that rapidly increasing Radiohead merch I could be purchasing with all that sweet Wu dolla. That is until a track like L Y F trickles its way into existence, more inexplicably than Rebecca Black’s career, and corrodes away those monetary musings. Every second of L Y F is threaded with a sense of abandonment. Its mingling of Wild Beasts tribal drumming, ethereal organ and the sentimentally shimmering guitar hooks, give an air of the wide eyed wonderment, a soundtrack to a childlike time when the world was still new. It’s prime spine tingle territory, so much so that when Wu leader/singer Ellery Roberts flexes his vocal chords, the shivers are in danger of slipping a disc. A gravelly bark, that somehow contrasts the angelic reverb heavy instrumentation, almost completely, yet slots into place as comfortably as 7 gram rocks and pornstars do at a quiet night in round Charlie Sheen’s gaff (arf arf). Accompanying this the video sees them stepping out of the metaphorical shadows, and into physical shadows provided by projected footage of war, explosions and buildings collapsing. Something which in itself would seem quite sinister and dark, was it not for the half naked cast of WL and mates, larking about like a gaggle of ”lads” on a pre-paid by Urban Outfitters 18-30 holiday…
The whole affair gets even better live (seriously, at a recent Wu Lyf gig I was left with a grin wider than Richard Branson doing an impression of Heath Ledger’s incarnation of The Joker…). Go see them/support them by any means necessary.
Even if it means selling all those Radiohead newspapers on Ebay…