Album Review
Sharks Took The Rest – Too Late For Logic
A great sense of transparency surrounds this album, a lucid brittleness you’re happy to have tickle you. The debut record from Newcastle’s Sharks is a slight sigh of an album with its mild ‘Rename The Planets’ opener and ‘Isobel’ closer that disappears over the horizon as good music should, into the sunset with a wink peering from behind a backpack full of lyric sheets. ‘Restaurant’ jumps out and grabs a nostalgic tuft of your nether regions in ways that feel intrusive, that feel clouding, with lyrics that bob along like plush toys on a game show conveyor belt one after the next line of sharp and romantic yarning. You hear the content of each line only when you’re halfway through the next – it’s impossible and brilliant.
‘Gulliver’ by contrast is more straightforward folk, or folklore as the press release happily references, dancing with an eye towards festivals like Glastonbury in twilight swirls of drunken, mead-y, frivolity and a surprising chorus that could reference Evanescence as much as Laura Marling. ‘Eldertown’ comes down around it like roses falling in an auditorium between the thighs of drunken opera singers to which questions of substance are answered with Owen’s strength becoming more apparent.
Too Late For Logic is essentially an album for sleazy days on London Fields, when afternoon drunk has taken over you and nothing quite feels fulfilling enough.
Words: Greg Harper
Venue: Too Late For Logic
Support Band: Self Release