Album Review: World's End Press - World's End Press

26 September 2013 | 5:11 pm | Benny Doyle

Every element here could do with an energy lift and, overall, it fails to capture the conviction that the World’s End Press live experience is continually delivered with.



Supporting everyone from Bloc Party to Hot Chip this year, World's End Press have had no shortage of exposure in the lead-up to their debut album release. There's a hunger for these songs from the indie set, and understandably so; favourites like To Send Our Love and Drag Me Home were easy to like, what with their grand textures and the ever-bouncing bass work of Sashi Dharann. The thing is, away from small pockets of glorious dream disco, this self-titled record doesn't do enough to hold your attention.

It just seems to go to sleep in parts, a fact that John Parkinson's vocals – as lush and syrupy as they are – don't help with. Someone's Daddy is all kinds of living-for-the-weekend, with the keyboards and percussion leading this fluid Balearic journey. But then your vibe is snatched away by the piano meandering of Vanguard. Showing full artistic scope is great, but here it just feels like a hurdle. The latter track sees in the record's most tedious passage, and it's not until Your Time Will Come (Part 1 and 2) arrives that you remember why you're here in the first place.

This album is fine – it would be a pretty amazing soundtrack for a blazing beanbag session with your pals. But every element here could do with an energy lift and, overall, it fails to capture the conviction that the World's End Press live experience is continually delivered with.

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