Whoosh follows a self-titled EP and 7" released over the last 18 months, and continues The Stroppies increasingly unique decoding and reconstruction of DIY aesthetics. Where those earlier releases were made distinct by their sometimes scrappy, sometimes oblique sensibilities, Whoosh displays a sharpening of focus that impressively retains the effortless charm that first required our attention.
Despite improved production values, there's no sanding of edges or overtures to boring professionalism - this is still a band called The Stroppies, there are still songs called things like 'Cellophane Car', still wryly observed lyrics that nod, wink, take the piss. And thank god(/dog) for that. We need more bands like The Stroppies for sure, but in Whoosh we'll have to be content for now with just having more of The Stroppies. That's more than enough to be getting on with.