Glacial. That's the only word to describe Spencer Perceval. It's epic, slow-moving, icily impressive, and home to several penguins.
There's definitely something about it that's a little bit odd. Maybe it's the extraordinary length. Maybe it's the uncommon subject matter (Spencer Perceval being the only British Prime Minister to have ever be assassinated, dontchaknow...). Or maybe it's just the ethereal beauty the majestically sparse swoops of sound take before funeral-marching towards the apocalyptic conclusion you know from minute one is coming, but something, somewhere, lets you know you aren't listening to Baby Fratelli.
For this band think writing songs is very much like making love to a beautiful woman. You've got the slow build; the pounding rhythm; the guilty prickle of impending doom. Then, after many minutes of mounting pressure, you've got the tumultuous climax. ILiKETRAiNS: teaching you the history of British politics, and better than sex.
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