My Love Is Cool, Wolf Alice Review

In amongst the hype that London band Wolf Alice have courted for well over a year, a few wary voices began to formulate. Despite riveting bodies of work such as Creature Songs EP and Blush EP, many began to doubt whether they could 1) put out a full album 2) stick to their roots. The latter would always proved difficult as Wolf Alice have struggled to define their sound

Wolf Alice had to live up to high expectations, with a few dodgy singles and re-recordings of fan favourites, things looked grim. But expectations are something that Wolf Alice like to fuck around with. The album opens with Turn To Dust, a folky and floaty ditty- not what most listeners would expect from the same line up that wrote Moaning Lisa Smile. Bros follows a similar track, a cleaned up and refined version of Roswell’s past lyrics. Bros is as silky as a fabric conditioner, complete with off the wall ethereal harmonies.

The rest of the album follows suit, you get comfortable with a relatively clean sound. Wolf Alice yet again lull you into a false sense of security. Then, like the final thirty seconds of Eastenders; You’re A Germ provides a plot twist like no other. Overtones of the Pixies begin and Your Love Is Cool begins to prove itself. A fun filled reminder of what indie rock can be. As you slip in some grandiose atmosphere in songs such as Silk and Giant Peach, Wolf Alice have you believing that they’ve written a cult classic.

The production on this album by Mike Crossey (The 1975) makes me feel a little bit numb. Overdosed echo and multiple vocals tracks on songs such as Freazy leave me with rolling eyes, like a GCSE art student trying to bullshit their way through the course. My opinion is that Wolf Alice do things best when butt naked, using little more than their raw talent. However, the commercial success of this LP has proved Wolf Alice has the teeth to win in this genre, expect something stadium sized next.