The Sheaves - Excess Death Cult Time

Loadsa positive noise coming out of the underground for this first time vinyl release for the Phoenix five piece and not without good reason. The lineage of DIY effrontery The Sheaves tap into is an undying one, what you might even want to describe as timeless at this point,  a contemporary refiguring of Swell Maps, It's War Boys, Peter Gutteridge and early Shadow Ring in such a way that it was always gonna prick the ears of a specific few. It's remarkable, in fact, that it's not Siltbreeze ushering this one into the world, though of course Minimum Table Stacks do have their own short history of such perky obtrusiveness. From Arizona this might be, but there's a very nasally NZ-via-Manchester quality to our singer (the names of the particular players currently elude me) that suggests a lot of time spent ingesting and regurgitating the greats, and it's allied to a phraseology straight outta the MES lexicon but no less enjoyable for it - as i said with the Toads last week, this belongs to the people now and they can use it as they will. It just so happens The Sheaves know how to handle themselves very well indeed, all the wrong notes at all the right times,, and for my money the best modern day take on this kinda thing since The Shifters and Big Supermarket (advance warning: also look out for the Famous Mammals LP in much the same vein arriving very soon). Edition of 300, wont hang around long if there's any sense still in the world.