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It begins with a goodbye and ends with 'Last'; Kelly and Ellis Dyson, brothers from the Peak District, are saying cheerio to Low Low Low La La La Love Love Love after just over ten years of making music with little or no success, either commercially or critically through sites such as the one you're on now. There's an overwhelming sense of guilt in lavishing praise on Last because it's too little too late.

So you find me greeting LLL with a hearty hello, catching the Dysons at the door as they close it firmly behind them leaving this band and their other projects on the other side. What we have to forensically rake over is a relationship that never worked out, a new love to be found on new horizons on new shores, and a deliberate attempt to put distance between themselves and the past of Last. Yet the album is a distillation or crystallisation of what LLL had tried to achieve across three previous albums and an EP but had never quite, in the minds of Kelly and Ellis, managed. Imbalances have been balanced, hi-fi abandoned in favour of lo-fi, influences worn proudly as a badge of honour and not an albatross around the neck....how could you leave us like this?? We're sorry....

What we have on Last is a band that could have been our new Sparklehorse if we'd bothered to listen. It feels like LLL has taken Mark Linkous' 'Happy Pig' as a template; these are fractured, fuzzy, noisy, beautiful and melodic pop songs - harmony appears, sometimes crawling, sometimes leaping, out of tape hiss and distortion and feedback and lays on us the sunniest of pop music. Take opening track 'Goodbyes' which lays on thick electric guitar crackle before a delicate acoustic strum appears halfway through along with the only lyric, a plaintive sigh of "goodbye" which sets up the leitmotif for the rest of the record. 'Burrow' is more straightforward in delivery: straight in with Kelly's "oohs" and "aahs" (we'll provide the fireworks, in the words of American Analog Set) and delicious guitar jangle...and just a touch of banjo that sets your mind to west coast USA and Laurel Canyon, while the gentle folk of 'Dandelions' is buried under an avalanche of feedback that would leave Southern Lord seething with jealousy without ever removing the inherent charm of the Dyson's song writing.

Elsewhere, the insistent martial beat of 'Harvesting' and the stabs of violin that shoot through like arrows from an unseen marksman is a stunning blow as Kelly sings "enjoy this while you can / you know good things don't last / and you know you won't keep up with the past" and there's one final death knell on the title - and final - track: as a clean acoustic strum is barged out of the way by a crescendo of guitars and a barrage of drums, we can hear the words "I've got nothing left to say without sending myself off to sleep / and it doesn't really feel all as bad as I thought it would" not quite firmly closing the book on Low Low Low La La La Love Love Love, but with a confidence and certainty that the song writers are doing the right thing.

Yes, it's frustrating that Last is a goodbye of sorts from Low Low Low La La La Love Love Love but there's a certain hopefulness here inasmuch as you feel the Dyson brothers won't be able to resist opening the door again, or turning to a fresh, clean page to start anew. If they don't, then we should make a resolution to ensure another band like this doesn't call it quits because we didn't pay enough attention.

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