The dark side of the ’90s Britpop revival, Bristol’s Strangelove married Patrick Duff’s deep, lovelorn croon to a spider’s web of glistening guitar lines which Radiohead held as an early influence.
The poetic, purple wine-tinged grace of their first two drug infused albums has not dated in the intervening years and while their final eponymous release suffered from the tensions tearing the band apart, their legacy of Bad Seeds/Doors inspired epics and frantically crawling the walls poetry endures
-Hitherto Showstar have been able purveyors of strikingly melodic pop rock, but Think Ringo, the band’s third full-length release, is hell-bent on upsetting the apple cart: in short, it gets in your head alright, but messes you up a bit in the process. Weaving a darker, more insular sound into their solid pop aesthetic they take on grotesque stadium anthems by twisting in an off kilter peculiarity and discord. The results are brilliantly subversive for a band whose easy-going appearance conceals insidious melodies, devastating cynicism and mild paranoia.