This purposefully obtuse Glasgow 7 piece write twee yet touching piano and guitar vignettes recalling the likes of Donovan, the Pastels, Love and J. Richman.
Steeped in sadness and introspection, the short story style lyrics invite one to peruse private diaries or eavesdrop on conversations, especially on the hopelessly tragic Seeing Other People.
It’s a cliche, but you’ll either love or hate this. I’m still deciding. 2.5/ 5.