Some people just get it. Stunning contemporary minimal rock'n'roll/drone-pop/VU-worship. Nonchalant, bittersweet, exacting-as-a-scalpel, unpretentious (but just pretentious enough), richly melodic, void-chasing brilliance from an assuming wrecking-crew of Rotterdam eggheads. This their second self-released second LP, massively recommended for fans of The Feelies, The Clean, Galaxie 500 and all those sainted bands who know how to keep it simple and repetitive and absolutely frigging relentless.
No song outstays its welcome, but they also know when to crank it up and string it out: the ecstatic choppage of 'Cold Light Of Day' and two-chord bullet-train 'Through The Garden' both climax with extended codas of locked-on, Crazy-Rhythms-esque interlaced-guitar-bass-drums propulsion that you never want to end and leave ye gasping for breath. It is rare, and blissful, when a band simultaneously manages to sound unable-to-make-eye-contact awkward AND mind-napalmingly tight n tuff.
They nail the slow sad songs beautifully too - particularly poignant is 'At Lunch', which sounds like The Servants or solo Westlake and addresses the universally relatable but all too rarely tackled topic of getting pissed in the daytime and regretting it - while 'The Door' and instrumental 'Trained Eye' double down on stark atonal feedback-blooz, pitching a tent somewhere between Marquee Moon and Murray St. But even at its most full-throttle, In This House still sounds perfectly stiff-backed and buttoned-up: singer Arie Van Vliet, dispensing cryptic bon mots in precise but accented English, sounds like a nervy literature professor up past his bedtime, trying hard not to whitey at a student party after a misjudged toke or two; in other words: exactly what you want from a frontman in 2020!
Oh and the artwork couldn't be more apt: this is a record that sounds exactly how it looks.
So good I nearly bought it twice!
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