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Formal Growth In The Desert

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The grief-ridden 6th album from the Detroit post-punks is familiarly crushing, ominous and grinding with grooves breaking through the shadows.

Ultimate Success Today

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ultimate success indeed! Their increasingly melodic post-punk continues to mature on a fifth lp painted with feverish rhythms and walls of mournful guitar that ...

Consolation EP

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The shop favourites are in particularly exhilarating form here, on a not-jolly but cathartically euphoric ep featuring kelley deal (breeders) adding a welcome n...

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the ever evolving canadian band have delivered another thrilling set of dark, brooding & superbly executed post-punk.
relatives in descent
  1. A Private Understanding
  2. Here Is The Thing
  3. My Children
  4. Caitriona
  5. The Chuckler
  6. Windsor Hum
  7. Don't Go To Anacita
  8. Up The Tower
  9. Night-Blooming Cereus
  10. Male Plague


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    Released: 29th Sep 2017


Churning, dissident and prone to cathartic eruptions, these shop heroes truly surpass themselves on this post-punk masterpiece.

Anchored by a new angular dexterity, these songs brood with a sense of malignant economy. They don’t so much draw you in as lustily sink in their talons, Joe Casey muttering, crooning and spitting his way through discontent, sadness and ennui. And if that all sounds like heavy going, know that this is also a dangerously addictive album, its hard-earned melodicism dressed up in tight grooves that both rumble and jerk. Occasionally a vision of Mark E.Smith sparring with Ought comes to mind, only for Protomartyr to reassert their singularity with an abrupt stop, or tender glimpse of melancholy. This is the stuff of great bands rather than just good ones, their lean salvos too smart to ever fully explode but too urgent to take your ears off.

“Sensational, bloodied but unbowed post-punk” - The Guardian