Eagulls’ debut album sounds precisely like a lost post-punk record from 1982.
Singer George Mitchell offers a detached, early Robert Smith pastiche over a backdrop of churning bass, furiously precise drumming and guitars that spit, squeal and judder like new romanticism never killed off those first poor impoverished punks.
Lightning-fast riffs, angst and anguish dominate tracks like ‘Nerve Endings’ and ‘Yellow Eyes’, giving everything a sense of immediacy, while ‘Tough Luck’ (video below) rushes to spiky pop heights.
It may not be original, but in a time where bands prefer to gaze wistfully at their shoes or navels, Leeds’ Eagulls are like a necessary breath of fresh air.
Words: Mat Smith
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