There’s a rumbling, phantom thread in the strata of Plum that elevates their fifth effort to a vantage point above their previous releases.
They seem to become more themselves with each album, and Plum finds them at their most immediate and compelling.
Plum is a warm hug of a record. The kind you get from those types of friends you know you don’t need to keep in touch with all that regularly, but when you do it feels as though they’ve never been away and time goes all too quickly.
Remaining much in the vein of their past work, Plum does little to rock an established boat.
#30 | / | Piccadilly Records |
#39 | / | Drift |