Having spent the morning contemplating whether IKEA shelves are worth it my mind turned to quite how full an instruction is needed on any task to make sure it’s fully idiot-proof/Ciaran-proof. For example, this latest tune from the exquisite Palm Honey fails to give a complete instruction it its title that could lead to horrendous consequences.
Fortunately any knife play has to take a bit of a backseat as I’m far too preoccupied by the sonic glory that lays before me. The casual haziness from the Reading psych-mongers sees them once more create a portrait that’s not so easy to pin down. Everything from hardcore rocking out to blissed out psychedelic filters features in less than four minutes of aural goodness so sweet you’ll have to look at getting a couple of new fillings. Each transition sees the band try something new and they’ve yet to make even the slightest of steps away from a path lined with diamonds and drumbeats.
Yet again Palm Honey have shown just what they can do by completely subverting the system, going their own way and being really really good
looking at it. Please sirs, can I have some more?