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As co-frontman Hayden Thorpe sways and coos dreamily through shimmering verses and an earworm chorus, his voice duelling perfectly with Tom Fleming’s butter-rich harmonies, he’s sighing typically Wild Beasts fare, opulent and well-articulated imagery of erotic liaisons: “We move in desire, just surrender your limbs to my every whim.” His bizarre falsetto is as alien as ever, but now it’s less a selling point for Wild Beasts’ peculiarity and more elastic, just part of the package.
Next comes ‘Sweet Spot’, the natural bridge between the band’s prettier and darker material, a fluttery chorus punctuated by squelchy strains of dark synth. ‘The Fun Powder Plot’ follows, swooping gracefully along ahead of the clattering joy of ‘The Devil’s Crayon’, both songs now classics in this band’s canon.
It’s not really until halfway through when the Beasts decide to flex any newfound muscles. The delicate flourishes of ‘Two Dancers’-period guitar make way for the brooding tension and rattling, slashing bass of ‘Nature Boy’, which Tom performs bathed in red lights while his bandmates are shrouded in darkness: “I’m the thing fenced in / I’m ten men.”
Later, on ‘Daughters’, Fleming delivers the line “Pretty children sharpening their blades” with devilish lust before letting a bassline take over that’s so heavy it wobbles both teeth and intestines. Of course, this is a band capable of conjuring high theatrics in the most nightmarish of situations, and the unexpected accompanying laser show draws gasps from the crowd.