Bands of Outfit’s ilk can often struggle to harness their brand of wafer-thin, delicately poised pop in to a body of work with enough substance to prevent it being snatched by a gust of wind and blown in to irrelevance across the English Channel, like a balloon from a boy’s hand on a daytrip to Bexhill-on-Sea.
Fortunately, the Liverpudlian, erm, outfit has successfully side-stepped such pitfalls and, rather than gazing glumly at an ever-dwindling black spot slowly disappearing towards France and trying not to cry, they‘ve in fact crafted one of this summer’s great British debuts.
Their secret to succeeding where their peers have sometimes faltered seems to be that eternally devious musical dark art: just write great songs. The five-piece’s wisplike sonics are healthily supported with shows of psychedelia, euphoria and melancholia (sometimes all within the same track).
Numbers like the hypnotic ‘House On Fire’ and the decaffeinated anthemics of ‘Elephant Days’ and ‘Thank God I Was Dreaming’ confirm Outfit as some of the most refreshingly formidable songwriters in the country.
Words: Jack Scourfield
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