Let's Wrestle

The group’s third LP finds them kicking around the London suburbs, working with the sort of lush horn and string arrangements that can only ever indicate a stab at maturity.

Even with these flirtations with violins and brass, Let’s Wrestle are still the band they’ve always been: self-deprecating, scruffy and charming.

There's nothing bold or groundbreaking about Let's Wrestle but it plays to its strengths. It's almost what you expect it to be, but not quite. 

It’s a rare trick for a band to introduce such a shift in styles without compromising their identity, or what it was that drew people to them in the first place, Let’s Wrestle have managed to pull it off and, in the process, written their most rewarding album yet.

There’s little to get excited about here – there’s no wheel reinventing, no formula shake-up, no scrawling outside any boxes… it’s just pleasant, familiar indie-rock that verges on wishy-washy.

While the results are unerringly pleasant, if feels as if too many of the band’s youthful assets have ended up jettisoned or muted in the name of maturation.