Awash with sleaze and sorrow likewise, with struthious metaphors of which one Nigel Pearson would surely approve, Gabriel Bruce is back and, akin to Kirin J Callinan zoned out on benzos, Metal Soul is the sort of stainless, steely ballad that’ll have you renouncing all hope of future romance once its five, thirty have elapsed. There is, however, rather a lot to love here, from its dense, forbidding bass line to its incongruously lustrous guitars; Matt Berninger-cum-Jemaine Clement-reverencing vox and digitalised rhythmic cadences which drip globular, like foetid bodily fluids dribbling out of an unmade bed. We’re made up by Gabriel Bruce’s return, basically, and presuppose you may well be as well…
Gabriel Bruce plays The Windmill, Brixton on April 21st.