Review Summary: Quirky and endearing folk-punk from England
Theighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it
works. Jerry Jonesnes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivatiighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart, [i]Darkness, Oh ighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it
works. Jerry Jonesnes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivatiighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it [iighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it
works. Jerry Jonesnes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivatiighters always seemed like prime material for a renewal, a step up to the heights thenes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it
derivative.
At its heart,
Darkness, Oh Hell is a foot-stomping monster, played from the hip in a smoky, drunken haze. It’s overly-dramatic, even theatrical in tone, but when it works, it
works. Jerry Jonesnes that might have been forgivable in a new band’s work, but not for people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivatior people so far into their career. And oh-my-life is it [i]derivatio the overall sound. It all feels too unassuming to be truly great, but
Outside There’s a Curse pricks the interest of the listener, and lets you have fun in the process. Bringing the whole affair to a close with a worthy, halting cover of The Postal Service’s ‘The District Sleeps Alone Tonight’ suggests that England might finally have found its answer to Ben Gibbard.
