Album Review: Guineafowl - I Hope My City Loves Me Still

24 October 2013 | 9:26 am | Ross Clelland

There’s still an ‘80s quality in its sound, which recalls self-examiners like Colin Vearncombe’s Black rather than things more obviously commercial.



You're not surprised that Sam Yeldham found inspirations for these songs on nocturnal walks around locations of his past. Much of it has a reflective strolling quality to it, even if that is pondering love gone wrong like in Little Death (Make It Rain), or wondering during Heartbreak Highs' if you actually enjoy the drama. While he's gone beyond singing into the laptop mic of his early releases, there's still an '80s quality in its sound, which recalls self-examiners like Colin Vearncombe's Black rather than things more obviously commercial.