Wild Palms are one of those bands that have been around for a while, but have still remained under the radar. With the release of Until Spring they should get the critical acclaim they deserve.

On numerous occasions Wild Palms have been described as a post-punk band but this seems easy and an undeserving way to categorise them. They're more of a carefully crafted melancholic band. The tracks on Until Spring, in a nutshell, are pretty lo-fi, sombre and smooth, and this offers an absolutely beautiful, and mellow soundtrack to the moody winter months. Like a very alcoholic cocktail and a warm breeze, instead of knitwear and a hot toddy.

The album opener 'Draw In Light' has a striking minimalistic riff with the addition of enchanting lyrics. It's powerfully understated, and this fortunately flows throughout the album. 'Caretaker' begins with hypnotic drumming, and then layers of guitars on top creating a pretty, yet technical sound. Much like 'The (Never-Ceasing-Ever-Increasing) Cavalcade' which, as the lyrics say, "the drums pound and the whistles blow" the impact is almost mesmerising, causing a likeness could be easily be compared to or drawn from These New Puritans. 'Pale Fire' is definitely one of the stand-out tracks on the album, creating a tranquil and chilled out ambience - something perfect for a lazy Sunday afternoon.

These are songs that are really catchy and are nostalgic of all music that has a wide appeal. 'LHC' is charming with the understated piano and violin. It is undoubtedly a stunning ballad. This LP is totally commanding that less is more, and 'Swirling Shards' is modestly mesmeric, yet the catchy, imposing, alluring chorus lingers, whilst 'Delight In Temptation' is one for the catchy chorus and crafted guitar playing.

At some points, it can feel that some of Wild Palms' songs are inordinately long, for example 'LHC', and this can be a bit tedious. Yet the opening of the next track, 'Carnations' is a burst of energy and excitement, and luckily redeems Wild Palms from their gratuitous listening time. Alongside this and toward the end of the album, songs such as 'Not Wing Clippers' and especially the chorus of 'To The Lighthouse' create sloppy comparisons to their wild counterparts, the Wild Beasts, due to similar singing style and guitar technicalities. This is really the only real let down, as it's just not up to the standard and does subsequently feel like a poor man's version.

Other than that, this is an album that just can't really be faulted and all in all this is a decent record without major flaw or criticism. It certainly is nostalgic of good British music. It won't change the world, but who cares, we've had enough of Bono and Geldof trying to do that anyway.

Until spring? This is one for all year round.

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