Labels: Thrill Jockey
Review by: Captain Fidanza
I went to see White Hills at The Lexington back in about 2011 and they were fucking brilliant. I also have the copy of H-p1 that I bought off some urchin at the back of the room. Thinking back now, he probably wasn’t an urchin at all, he was probably the coolest cat in the whole place, but he was dressed like a homeless golfer at the time so I though he might be “on his uppers”.
This new album is slightly more whacked-out than the album I have, although I understand it was in fact recorded some years previously, perhaps before they had properly found the sound they have now. That’s not to say it isn’t great because it is, but if a destitute Nick Faldo would have played me this three years ago, claiming it was White Hills, I would have rolled my eyes and handed him 15p.