We saw WINTERMUTE at Leeds Festival in the summer. We were impressed.
WINTERMUTE have two tracks here that amply furnish a very ownable piece of vinyl and successfully whet the appetite for taking in the band's fine live performance. Tingling opening chords provide the addictive bait: three strokes of harmonic delight that come back to light up the four minutes of arm-wrestling, shouty singing, and gymnastic tumbling that follows. "Yeh! We can take this city! We can take the whole country!" they yell. I'm persuaded to believe them. It's bright as a button, it's flailing, it's optimistic and it gleams with artful construction. "We can talk about it! We can work it out! Of course they can.
"Ask A Stupid Question" has a little more aggression."Let's move things on!" they insist. They absolutley insist. Twin guitars twinkle like snakes' eyes, unison shouting takes place and a spoken word middle section bounces off a wilfully distorted pronunciation of "culture!" suggesting that a university education or two might have been deployed in the making of this music. The impatience with mediocrity boils right over "You've got nothing, nothing to say! Nothing at all! Exclamation Mark!" (it ends, amidst hammering chords)
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