
Their long-awaited follow-up to 2012’s ‘Persistent Malaise’ offers shimmering, inward, mulch-heavy ballads — ‘A Change of Course’, ‘The Shaping of the Dream’, ‘Murmur of the Heart’ showing a sensitivity that inevitably does nothing for the craft beer revolution. Cold Pumas distill their catholic music tastes into a familiar yet original racket that recalls Sonic Youth as often as it does Can and Neu. With new album The Hanging Valley set for June release
Across its 38 minutes, the ‘The Hanging Valley’ instead covers such further peripheral subjects as the imperceptible bow towards the thirty-something honours list, the vacuous, rising diphthong of the inner-city commute and the suppressed rush of blood towards vainglorious internet smear.
The addition of Lindsay Corstorphine on the bass guitar, ‘cascading down the woodwork, slapping the pegs’ as he goes, In truth The Hanging Valley owes us much to Corstorphine’s ample string manship as his encouragement toward loosening the conservative shackles of olde. Ballads stare teary-eyed out of windows towards rain-swept rivieras, vocals and guitars have pulled themselves gamely out of the reverb-soaked hollow and those ‘for the rockers’ — ‘Slippery Slopes’, ‘Severed Estates’, ‘Fugue States’ et al — no longer grasp for the safety of the halfway house but aim for the stars.