Upbeat tunes meet moody lyrics about romantic disappointment delivered in a featherweight voice that keeps slipping into a high register without warning.
Their second album, Ripe, is packed with Skavoovie’s swinging, raucously melodic brand of ska, but with an element their debut, Fat Footin’, lacked – maturity.
Bobby Gillespie spent much of the past three years not only reassessing, but reconstructing and redefining what he, his band, and rock ‘n’ roll are all about.
They’re heavy that blends the sounds of throat-tearing vocals, maniacally riffing guitars, and technicolor dreamcloak keyboards into one “symphonic mass.”
If Nick Cave found his happy place, went to Vegas, won some cash, listened to a little lounge, and stopped for a quick lobotomy, it might sound like this.