The long-awaited follow-up to 2012’s best-in-show 'Persistent Malaise' offers at least 33.3% of its buffet to shimmering, inward, mulch-heavy ballads — ‘A Change of Course’, ‘The Shaping of the Dream’, ‘Murmur of the Heart’ — showing a sensitivity that inevitably does nothing for the craft beer revolution. If truth be told, the remaining 66.6% threatens to look equally indifferent when served on a wooden board or beside a miniature stainless steel plant pot of hand-cut triple-cooked fries, but such is life.
These songs are mostly about discouragement and the black dog, the tepid whines of self-inflicted unemployment, the repetition of life’s repetitions, the creative dormancies of romantic contentment. Disappointingly there lies no outward mention of pop-up launches, sides of ‘slaw, chakra schools, the urban woodsman or an allusion to an artisan approach.
Across its 38 minutes, the 'The Hanging Valley' instead covers such further peripheral subjects as the imperceptible bow towards the thirty-something honours list, the vacuous, rising diphthong of the inner-city commute and the suppressed rush of blood towards vainglorious internet smear.
‘Now a quartet of fraternal pedants’ whimper the band’s dusty social media accounts in reference to the twilight addition of Lindsay Corstorphine on the bass guitar, ‘cascading down the woodwork, slapping the pegs’ as he goes, dear reader. In truth The Hanging Valley owes us much to Corstorphine’s ample stringmanship as his encouragement toward loosening the conservative shackles of olde. Certainly a weakening of the old guard has taken place somewhere, the gamut of emotion ridden more obliquely and less shamefully now. Ballads stare teary-eyed out of windows towards rain-swept rivieras, vocals and guitars have pulled themselves gamely out of the reverb-soaked hollow and those ‘for the rockers’ — ‘Slippery Slopes’, ‘Severed Estates’, ‘Fugue States’ et al — no longer grasp for the safety of the halfway house but aim for the stars. ‘More sherberta tambourine’ they cried in the studio, and more sherberta there was.
released August 19, 2016
Cold Pumas present The Hanging Valley, 2016.
CP is Lindsay Alexander Corstorphine, Oliver Fisher, Patrick Q Fisher, Daniel Reeves.
All songs written by L Corstorphine, O Fisher, P Fisher, D Reeves.
All lyrics by P Fisher.
Recorded and mixed by Mark ‘Mug’ Jasper at Sound Savers.
Mastered by Daniel Husayn at North London Bomb Factory.
Artwork by Flo Brooks.
Design by Daniel Reeves.
Thanks to the usual suspects: loved ones, the family unit, the NLBs and kindly Buttermen of this world – and so to to our gracious former monikers, McGregor, Sir Bobulus, Flannery and Jimmy Egg; farewell and bonne chance to well-worn bedfellows. Dedicated to Elliot J Reeves.
All the best.
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I seriously thought I was listening to Swell Maps when Good Luck with That started playing. Really great melodic post-punk! Classified as "punk" but pure melody in the perfect way done so lovingly by Kiwis. Eve McGivern