Hype is a curious phenomenon, containing the invariable inevitability of being a let-down. It is, as a rule, best avoided, as a buyer or a creator before the familiar pattern of: I can’t wait/I used to love it/I couldn’t give less of a shit, un-sheathes itself.
Tapes n’ Tapes however manage to avoid all this, for now, with tactful dodgings away from the correct fill to place here or the juiciest lyrical loop to initiate a sing-along there, by scrapping the flab, fucking off the tom-toms and emerging a snare-and-bass-drum-only indie-minimalism efficiency machine with all the necessarily intricate subtleties, time signature changes and a seeming myriad of highly literate yarns covering pirate love, starved sailor love, bitter love, love love, mum love and asceticism that mean they might just be the most interesting band with a ginger front-man, on the planet.
‘Insistor’ is at least the best single this year and will have you dancing and shouting in the garden before you can say “mmmm, a brand new, shiny, lascivious Pavement”.
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