Frightened Rabbit

This band blows my fucking socks right off my feet. Scottish – lyrically in the vein of Arab Strap (lots of innuendo, raw, unfiltered, real – and utterly brilliant. They do without a bassist, so who steps up? The drummer. Fucking mental, all over the place, chaotic yet controlled, his drumsticks flailing as they careen and crash onto the cymbals and ultimately destroy themselves. The guitars are brilliant; when they’re through an amp they’re muddy, fiery, jangly. When they aren’t, they’re calm, austere, stately. I can’t believe I didn’t get this album earlier.

Fast Blood

The Modern Leper

Keep Yourself Warm

Good Arms vs Bad Arms

The album itself.


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