Sad indie-boys never sounded so good.
Baring its teeth with some lovely brooding synth, jarring guitars and sullen crooning, this latest offering from Spector's long awaited latest EP is as melancholic as it is filled with celebration of the morose, including a beautifully preened edge.
Having always been renowned for honouring where life can get you down - holding close what’s dear and refusing to be anything but yourself, Spector are that special kind of band that we love for this very reason. Sad indie-boys never sounded so good.
Picking up pace, ‘Fine Not Fine’s every turn welcomes in new layers - constantly pushing forward frontman Fred McPherson insistence that he’s “fine, I’m fine, I’m not fine”
Powerful lyrical wordplay combs together ideas that culminate in targeting the world at large. “I know scum who sold their stories, some of your best friends are Tories’, perfectly sums up the state of social media in 2018, while never forgetting that beneath all of this constant attacking and barraging, therein lies the idea that a heart will be broken.
It’s a track which holds its head in the air, eyes closed, dancing in a dark room, constantly pushing itself to find that resolution - until it just falls away, leaving you a bit heartbroken, but mostly rushing to hit repeat. Steven Loftin