There’s something to be said for allowing an album time to sink in.
Listen only to Strange Bruises’ opener, “Nightly Youths,” and you might not see much reason to venture farther. It’s in venturing, though, that you’ll stumble over (in the title track) what’s probably the most oddly satisfying lyric of the year: “Raise your hand for sugar in your tea. Raise your hand for luxury.”
Sounds pedestrian, sure, but in the right hands, a single line can make an album. Think The Smiths—also Australia’s Lucksmiths, who have a knack for injecting meaning into mundane phrases—meets The Buggles. Something pleasingly British about this.
Check out Mode Moderne’s “Real Goths” below: