If you’re going to call your band audiobooks, you’d better get your stories straight.
Evangeline Ling and David Wrench have great stories. Their songs are full of them – discombobulating observations over discomfiting oscillations. There are woozy fly-on-the-wall accounts of boozy art gallery openings and out of body journeys through the capital at night, all stretched out over stuttering, glitchy glam electronics. Managing to be spontaneous and playful yet fully focused, as if driven by some pagan design, audiobooks ride the sharp neon ley-lines that run between the north Wales coast and the grubby heart of after hours London.
These songs are Pulp fictions by an inhuman league.
They’re our new favourite band. Start following the story now.