Here come enigmatic Manchester psychedelicists Whyte Horses with their second album (not counting the thing they did with a children's choir). They are led by crate digger Dom Thomas who also finds time amongst digging those crates to helm Finders Keepers. Noel Gallagher described their last record as 'great' so hopes are even higher for this.
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“Too much of anything’s too much”, sing psychedelic ironists Whyte Horses as they jangle their way to a record that I estimate is about the 5000th record of this ident I’ve reviewed for this record store. This is what everyone - ever - happens to do, and Whyte Horses have very much come in at the end of the Too Much transfer window. Concerning their particular brand of psych pop, though, I can only side with famous fan Noel Gallagher and declare this a spectacular and against-the-run-of-play delight.
This record is sweet and symphonic; rather than hear a band play, you’re almost hearing them hope, turning politely-laced verses of quiet, wandering strums into choruses of swelling procession. “Never Took the Time” sounds like a band turning a Camera Obscura song into unbridled fanfare, while the dreamy organ chords of “This Dream” shuffle out of their miasmic joy drone into the string-laced doo wop of “Empty Words”, which makes me think of the Go! Team having a really good day.
Maybe it could be shorter? This much saccharine at once can surely be described as an abundance, and a sixteen track record is no lean thing; I find myself having to go at it in two sittings to really take in its sugary melodic uplift, but that’s fine: they clearly have an endless supply of these overdriven magical indie pop arrangements, and only two records in. Massively impressive.
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