Purveyors of nonsense lyrics and angular rhythms, Future Of The Left have been Wales best kept secret for too long now, languishing in cult status while prolifically releasing a string of genius manifesto’s chock full of twisted pop-rock. Their latest crowd-funded effort is no exception, whether you want straight up acidic rock like ‘The Male Gaze’ or absolute gibberish babbled over chainsaw bass on ‘Singing of The Bonesaws’ which frankly just creeped me out, but in a good way. ‘French Lessons’ shows a mature softer side to the band that you wouldn’t usually associate, launching straight back into the vicious ‘How To Spot A Record Company’ and that’s where the genius lies, keeping you excited about what turn they’ll make next while still holding it all together in a cohesive structure, it’s a tightrope Future Of The Left have become experts at walking. If closing track 'Why Aren't I Going To Hell?' doesn't send chills down your spine then nothing well, sick evil stuff!!!
8.5/10
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