WULYF

How exciting, in an age of internet ubiquity in which no conversation
ends with “I don’t know”, to find a band that’s genuinely mysterious;

a band whose two official photographs depict different numbers of people emerging from clouds of tear gas,

and whose website buzzes with apocalyptic portents, misspelt manifesto sloganeering and nothing about themselves that isn’t contradicted elsewhere.

How disappointing, then, to finally hear them play.WULYF


While WU LYF’s PR skills may be refreshingly belligerent, their music
is ploddingly familiar – the sound of four Mancunian

teenagers with youthful earnestness playing quasispiritual chiming guitars behind a singer from a Kings of Leon tribute act.

Even the most fervent of cult followings need something
of substance at its centre, but ‘Go Tell Fire’ is lightweight,
unremarkable nonsense WULYF

dipping into African psych and a groove where the band usually bounce. The chorus itself is full of doubt and despair,

but you won’t notice that. ‘Everything Is Dancing’ then flourishes with Indian string work;

‘Helio’ could be Arabic in its main riff, and is most probably influenced by Syrian superstar Omar Souleyman.

Previous singles ‘Almost Island’ and ‘Summer Lake’ are both here too, the latter closing the record and the former now with an ambient wash of noise in tow by means of a two-minute outro,

which would be completely pointless if it didn’t act as a trippy interlude
between all of the dizzy sway.

And most impressive of all: for a beach album, ‘Everything Is Dancing’ manages to sound nothing like any of those bands imploring us to go surf.

It’s an exotically playful, rather innovative, completely addictive punk record.

It’s summer music, ultimately, which, again, is more easily dismissed than something that gets you through an endless winter of heartbreaks.


But anyone with a working ear will tell you that it’s far harder to pull off joyous without it leaving behind vomit stains, and on ‘Colours’,

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