Reviews / Album

Having spent some time alone and homeless has given him an outlook he could only have earned for himself and Nobody Knows is the embodiment of this and his journey.

This time they’ve put together 11 tracks that happily mesh yet don’t sound like an attack of the clones, hitting the sun-soaked surf-garage rock nail on the head.

In its entirety, it plays out beautifully with a majestic and cinematic aesthetic that beckons more. Goldfrapp truly are the musical gift that just keeps on giving.

A band once seen by some as a one-trick pony is now undeniably the complete package. World class.

Sweet, not entirely memorable but never saccharine, Warm Blanket lives up to its title.

Gabriel Gurnsey’s angular electronic beats, a rock solid foundation for the mechanistic, synthetic repetitions that produce a squarely robotic noise and the hazy, dislocated vocals that occupy a more subliminal and seductive space in the mix.

Dalmak is transcendentalism across cultures that doesn’t come with the cringe.

The minimalistic We Used To Know is a standout but, then, the entire album is a shining testament to the strength of Brisbane’s music scene beyond post-adolescent dance-pop. Treat yo’self.

Musical restraint has never sounded hotter.

There’s endless charisma right through to the final torch song I Wanna Be Yours, and you can practically see Turner’s sly grin when he suggests wanting to be “your Ford Cortina, I will never rust”.