Jacob’s Armour, Teddy.

Jacob’s Armour, Teddy.

If nothing else, and there was plenty to admire in truth, the lyric: “I’m rough, baby/ I shit every day, and I think about dying” was enough to ensure London art-poppers Teddy made their mark alright with d├ębut single, Primate. It was all rather grandiloquent, and quite grandiose, yet remained downright beguiling, all of which felt qualities drastically lacking from much contemporary British cultural excretion. And in the song’s wake, a second: entitled Jacob’s Armour, Teddy have audibly retained their every grain of operatic sensuality, a lyrical lynchpin this time: “Your G-string broke my heart tonight, as your torso was served on a plate.” Think Bill Withers by way of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and you’ve a vague idea as to how the bombastic musical backdrop against which it’s set establishes itself, and Teddy are indeed doing just that with their every overtly histrionic manoeuvre. That an expressive extended coda sounds pretty redolent of Bohemian Rhapsody, and does the single no damage, is to their immense credit, too.

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