Recent times have seen a spate of high class indie acts fronted by modern day castrati, men who take high pitched vocals to the next level. Of a multitude, Loney Dear, Passion Pit and the incomparably excellent Wild Beasts are three acts which spring to mind. Add to this Matthew Thomas Dillon aka Windmill if you will. His fragile, cracked, helium tinged vocals are undoubtedly the first thing anyone will notice on this follow up to 2007’s well received debut Puddle City Racing Lights. Sounding somewhat like a cartoon version of US troubadour Sparklehorse, only possibly more maudlin, this is an interesting if not exceptional record.
[etRating value=“ 3”]
[etRating value=“ 3”]
