Doing Us Right, Dent May.

Doing Us Right, Dent May.

One day, we’ll cast a retrospective gaze back over the highly sublime lifework of Paw Tracks signee Dent May and realise we gravely undervalued one of the most evocative, and should be epochal songwriters of this day and age – the Elvis Costello of the link bait generation, if you will. And, having matured from gawky uke geek to swoonsome crooner on last year’s Do Things, May might well have found his truest of form as he here returns with the astoundingly glitzy Born Too Late – the sort of melodramatic belter that, albeit appositely, would’ve surely tied the United States of a now distant ’70s up in rapture for a decade or so. Replete with the lingering grandiosity once renowned of the tragically now extinct Super Furry Animals, blithe synth undercurrents and bingo hall grooves to have your gramma sashaying arthritically about the place, it’s an absolute tour de force of compulsively backdated genius.

Born Too Late is lifted from May’s forthcoming third, Warm Blanket, which is anticipated next month on Animal Collective’s once native Paw Tracks imprint.

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