Music

The under-sketch of raw poise is still visible beneath the muted and scant contexture: simple beauty, served over a framework of vulnerability.

It’s a satisfying, introspective, and deeply original sound, extending the power of vocal cadence and western harmony over a ragged backdrop of overlapping phrases and syncopated orchestral ostinati.

Who are we, if we don’t define ourselves in contrast to something, or someone, else?

Carty somehow mirrors the then-acoustic sound of The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan, with generous verses and a feeling of absolute truth, just with a full band and better vocals.

The quality of collectivism and the level of balance between boisterous college-pop and a more restrained art-rock make The Kelseys a band to watch out for.

Because where exactly is the line between asking and begging, if the game is love, and your heart is the money?

The final message is one of hope, and solidarity - which we need right now, in all its raw melancholy.

The melody feels finely-groomed, as does the production; it’s a pop song dressed up for Friday Night.