Unpopular Advent 2015 - Day 23: The Drink - Capital
It is a year since I first heard The Drink, when their ‘Company’ collection of EPs lit up my world in spectacular fashion. It didn’t occur to me until later that I had heard some of the band members in action already, for I had loved The Wharves split with Rosy Crucifixion on Soft Power, just had not made the connection. And much as I enjoyed that Wharves set, on the evidence of ‘Company’ The Drink were an even more beguiling and captivating experience.
I therefore looked forward enormously to the release of ‘Capital’ this year, and after innumerable spins I have to say it still never fails to excite me. In many ways it has all the ingredients needed for my preferred Pop noise: vocals that cloak a folkie purity inside the quirk of infectious ADHD; guitars that pique and pierce the heart with razor barbs; guilty rhythms that drive and dive in awkward poses; love that comes in spurts.
Now reviewers inevitably cart out imagined influences and references, all heaped in an unwieldy clutter in a wheelbarrow of hipster desperation. Here’s my pile: Stereolab in drag; Throwing Muses bubblegum; Hellfire Sermons on helium; Shangri-Las on razor blades; Jactars in lime jelly (that last one’s for Chris Jones!). Let’s throw in too a reference to the mighty Life Without Buildings, whose magnificence The Drink most often make me think. At the risk of coming over all Chris Roberts, ‘Capital’ is music that is gracefully awkward. A ballet of swans battling the bruisers of Sauchiehall Street.