The North London four-piece ruddy lyrical themes of spiralling obsession and adulterous deceit with a blushing sonic oasis on their latest two-tiered offering out via Permanent Creeps.
Image: Matthew Reardon | Words: Hazel Blacher
As we succumb to the grimness of this mortal coil, no form of escapism is as mollifying as the inebriating catharsis of art that can make beautiful life's ugly certainties; through its poetry, its soul-bearing humanness, or even better, with really bloody lovely synth sounds. The osmosing neo-dream-psych hued and post-punk rooted orbit of Enter Laughing's new twin singles, 'Ghost At The Feast' and 'Very Obsession,' do exactly this. Each track is encircled by lyrically overcast terrain with constituent satellites of patently considered, off-kilter compositional consonances. The four-piece, who are somewhat obscured in ambiguity (and share members with equally mysterious ebbb), often recall melodic affinities to cult band Broadcast's exemplary 'Tender Buttons' in their output, a steadfast artistic influence of theirs catalogued alongside "the theatrics of Sparks".
Drifting distortion beckons forth clean, unspooling guitar motifs and mumbling bass on 'Ghost At The Feast', lead singer Will Rowland's satin vocal inflections shored by a purring call and response that drapes between. Recounting an almost dreamlike cautionary tale of infidelity's isolating consequences, in measured rhythms of tension and release, Rowland's arresting melodies project sublimely, as if from the vastness of a clear night sky. This twilight vivifies in the ensuing outro, synths pluming in shades of bottle green and periwinkle, casting delicate, breath-taking auroras onto the track's melodic refrains.
In contrast, 'Very Obsession' chugs with menacing discord, its sparse, hobbling rhythms stumbling up a crooked, ladder of grotesque imagery and spiralling corporeal jitters. This upsurge in intensity, guided by Rowland's commanding words, eventually nosedives into a malachite basin of smirking psych waves, twinkling guitars luxuriating upon its marching bass and the echoing phrase, "It's as much your fault as mine".
With this latest output, Enter Laughing unpeel ripe, vivid fruits, substantiating a clear affinity for building highly considered arrangements and vitalising them with rousingly polished production.
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