Seven tracks of sharp-edged post-punk, wherein each riff emerges like winter sunlight crisply refracted through a knight errant’s visor. The band’s weird medieval schtick seems more prevalent than on last year’s ‘Härvest’, with the dour, Wipers-y melodies and oddly unintelligible vocals sitting astride bobbing rhythms that make you feel like you’re cantering through the woods, searching for a magic goblet. Despite the sense that you are being, ahem, taken for a ride, the journey is entertaining enough while it lasts – just perhaps not worthy of an epic chivalric poem in its own right.
