There are moments of relative sonic reserve here (the understated The Ceiling Underground; the lithe indie-pop of Inhospitable/Hospital; the bending shoegaze riff of Chestwound To The Chest), but – as with the tumultuous finale of TV People Still Throwing TVs At People – it’s an album which is largely turned up to 11, emotionally and sonically.
There’s also a shinier, more recent 80s aesthetic shot through on (I Can’t Help) Back Then You Found Me and the epic final End with Sunrise, for a catchy and affecting portrait of the many ages of Idlewild across one album.