The instrumentation on Carol sounds like a midway point between Drones and Deerhunter, served with a sneering sloshed vocal take. The protagonist is mediating a divorce, the details sparse, but emotion raw. Lacks a fully realised folk narrative, but there’s room in its ambiguity. Carol threatens to be spectacular, as if there’s another coupla minutes left in the tank, but we’re left with a solid, rock‘n’rollicking chug.
The Peep Tempel : Carol
