With nods to My Bloody Valentine, School Of Seven Bells and Cocteau Twins, Classics is a chameleonic interpretation of shoegaze that wears its heart on its sleeve at all times.
It's unafraid of lush metallic hooks, and enjoys playing the long game; teasing out phrases, experimenting with different textures and leaning into decompressed percussion. The opening salvo has an icy Scandinavian quality, its sharp moody tones reminding you of steely grey skies and empty pine forests. Seven turns a corner, unleashing woozy guitar distortion that changes everything, the album's crushing density smothering you in pink noise.
