At first glance the 19-song tracklist of Goat Girl’s debut album might put off a casual listener, but given that very few of them even reach the two-minute mark, let alone three, the record skips by at almost too brisk a pace.
Anyone aware of the London four-piece’s knack for achieving more in just one-and- a-half minutes than many bands manage in six already knows that this brevity betrays no dearth of ideas. Earworm guitar licks and choir-like harmonies sprout unexpectedly from Goat Girl’s skeletal, unpredictable songs like wildflowers in landfill.
There are comparisons be made to peers such as PINS (‘The Man’) and HMLTD (‘Cracker Drool’), but largely Goat Girl retain a dishevelled identity all of their own. There’s a touch of the 19th Century penny dreadful paperback to them, the same blend of shock and seduction displayed by Nick Cave’s old outfit The Birthday Party.
Detuned ragtime pianos sound through intervals like the echoes of a haunted carnival while disembodied voices tell ghoulish tales of a semi-mythical London that exists beneath the cobblestones, caked in dirt and disease and decay. You leave curious but filthy, unsure whether you need a hot bath or a cold shower.
Words: Josh Gray
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