After consoling myself that this wasn’t in fact going to be a cover of Blur’s ‘Country House‘ (see opening riff), Vienna Ditto filled me with intrigue as they piece together something that sounds like a Quentin Tarantino movie in which he’s hired Dracula to get behind the organ and channel an other-worldly musical spirit.
With a debonair attitude, the band go about their work without even the slightest hint of giving a damn – not in an ignorant way, moreso they’re ruddy cool and they don’t care who knows it. But they know, oh they know. Smatterings of film glory from decades of high quality film-making lie within and your head will get thrown to-and-fro as if you’re in a dodgem being driven by an overly nervous hypochondriac. There’s never any doubt of who is in control and, frankly, it feels as though the surf rock style guitars have done something a little underhand to ensure that you’re permanently trapped under their spell. There’s no telling exactly where the music will take you next, but this one is more about the thrill of the chase.
What a chase it is, this would make for thrilling viewing. Chuck us the popcorn.