Cults have a formula, and this time it’s infectious
The dichotomy of Manhattan duo Cults really comes to the fore in this second LP, with delicate vocalist Madeline Follin surrounded by waves of ominous dream and indie pop from cohort axeman Brian Oblivion. Their offering is fascinatingly atmospheric and, at times, unsettling. So Far has bite, the sweet vocal from the frontwoman seems almost sadistic and leads its roaring synth. Similarly, the brash rock of I Can Hardly Make You Mine is effectively contrasted with Follin's innocence. If you're expecting extreme diversity from track to track, you'll be disappointed. Cults have a formula, and this time it's infectious.