I'm always extremely wary of whatever new British band Pitchfork seems to be hyping each month. Are they legitimately rad or simply a project of the NME machine (cf. Arctic Monkeys, Babyshambles, etc.)? Guillemots seem to be the former, thank god. I'm imagining them as a sort of ballsier Belle & Sebastian: quirky, sensitive, but much less twee. Musically, they're closer to Broken Social Scene; though not as dense, the classically-trained band provides complex musical accompaniment to the singer's plaintive voice (like a less-histrionic Jeff Buckley) and love-drenched lyrics. The sentiment in this song, particularly, is about as baldly romantic as "Yellow," and I always loved how plain-spokenly powerful that song was. This album is technically a collection of singles and their 2005 ep I Saw Such Things In My Sleep, so lets hope its a harbinger of good things to come.
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