When I found out that Wild Beasts had returned with a new single, I entered in what can only be described as an uncontrollable fit of excitement. With their graceful harmonies and swaying melodies, one of Britain’s most unique indie bands had returned with a succulent new single, and I couldn’t wait get my hands on it and give it a listen.
So, imagine my surprise when I heard it for the first time. The noticeable lack of guitars, bobbling tom-tom rhythms and slack-jaw choruses had left me feeling bemused. Instead, Wild Beasts have filled their usual indie voids with the thumping grips of electronica. Characterised by synthesised arpeggios and steadied snares, Wild Beasts have taken the musings from their previous album, 2011’s critically acclaimed Smother, and applied them to a much more prominent practice.
Vocalist Hayden Thorpe has brought a new-found attitude and contemptuous temperament. “Don’t confuse me for someone who gives a fuck”, scorns the singer, boasting his silky soprano, that has made the bands sound so distinctive and niched. Harmonically, the band are as in tune as ever, with Thorpe’s voice courted behind a thick attack of synthesised chords and melodic trills. Saturated by a new-found coldness, the story of Wild Beasts has evolved out of the oceans of indie-rock, and has rested itself on the shores of abstract techno.