Labels: Urinine
Review by: Ian Cavell
I wonder sometimes if I have any quality control left anymore – whatever the record if its nice, soft indie music and has a girl singing then i’m hooked – its that simple. Which means The Capsules were never going to fail because not only do they fulfill that criteria conclusively but they get me in a way no band has achieved since the wonderful B’ehl released their last and (regrettably) final album. The promo sheet went missing a long time ago so I know next to nothing about who or where the band are from – only that the warm, soothing music that is currently ebbing forth still astounds me with each and every listen. Vocals that are both strong and tender and perfectly set against the soft, ponderous music that it accompanies. One of those albums where each song causes some sort of emotional disturbance and you wonder how the next song could EVER hope to top the previous, but you’re never really surprised that it does because by then its evident that this album is pretty fucking special. The best album I’ve heard all year, you will not find a better collection of lullabies for those quiet evenings alone.