Summer’s here kids! It may only be May, but Cloud Control’s debut is making an early play for the feel-good record of 2011. There are more hooks in ‘Bliss Control’’s thirty-nine minutes than in Captain Birdseye’s entire fleet. Think an Australian Ruby Suns, or Fleet Foxes without the beardy tedium and you’re close. Yes, ‘Bliss Release’ is often lyrically simplistic, but listen to ‘Death Cloud’ or ‘Gold Canary’ once and you’ll be humming away all day, and there’s a sly darkness lurking behind the sunburn. If there’s a jollier indie rock record this year I will eat my feet. And my feet are very large.
Words by Will Salmon