Evolution - that's the golden chalice most bands strive to grasp. A progression between records that's enough to keep them feeling fresh, but never so drastic it leaves the fanbase they worked so hard to cultivate behind. With 'One Last Night On This Earth', Sundara Karma have not evolved. There's nothing gradual about the changes wrapped within its spangly, spandex clad soul. A revolution in platform shoes, it's nothing short of transformative.
Previously firmly established as future indie royalty, Sundara's debut album 'Youth Is Only Ever Fun In Retrospect' was enough to set them clear of their peers. Finishing up with a triumphant stand at Brixton Academy at the end of 2017, the stage was set for a solid return - a chance to firm up what they'd achieved from all that hard work on the road. In truth, though, the signs that would never be enough were already there.
Given the better part of a year to percolate, Sundara Karma are a band reborn. A 70s Bowie-tinted extravaganza, 'One Last Night...' visibly struts with confidence. A song that seems timeless in the best of all ways, it's an explosion of glam, dodging expectation from every darkened corner. Every bombastic blast drips in character - weirdly alien and yet fundamentally charged with humanity's most basic urges.
"This is nothing short of fucking wonderful," Oscar Pollock proclaims. He's not wrong. Sundara Karma 2.0 might just be the greatest band from beyond the stratosphere.