Inhabiting a sort of tick-box space between the seemingly epic but resoundingly lacklustre quasi Dad-rock sound of The XX (big up Chris Isaak) and the expansive, echo-laden urban dub of Great British Hope Burial, Forest Swords seem like they could almost have been dreamed up by a young, aspiring record label exec who’d spent a lot of time looking into what’s ‘in’, hoping to create a Mercury Prize-winning band set for stardom. But that’s a cynical response. They do bear huge similarities between both those acts but hey, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Their tracks are wonderfully dark, engrossing and are just crying out to be cut to slo-mo shots of poignant, disturbing, climactic moments of intense gravitas (or at least that’s what I see). Morose yet grooved. Odd combo, but it works.
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