When The Overcoats voices combine in unison with their compelling narratives and noirish beats, they display an ice-cool aloofness with an intoxicating effect. 23 and Father are gutsy with a melodic mojo to sink their teeth into. Leave The Light On is like a song Yazoo could have recorded if they had access to modern musical dimensions. The honeysuckle vocals are indeed delightful enough, although an occasional degree of derangement could spark things a little more.
Young is a steady climb through effectively delivered melancholy. While Walk On is sad and haunting, you get images of pixies like The Proclaimers prancing through the fields rather than through some bleak urban wasteland. Throughout they do not lose their glee nor idiosyncratic charm.
Kia’s Song is a maudlin thunderclap of vocal solidarity and sumptuous harmonies. And Mother nicely bookends the album after opener, Father. It’s like a warming counterpoint to the latter songs strength. As a whole, Young is something of a pointer to majestic clarity, but are enough people listening?
