Newly Dewy, Goldfrapp.

Newly Dewy, Goldfrapp.

It’s been a long while coming has this, the suitably grandiose return of Alison Goldfrapp and Will Gregory, and given the Bristolian beginnings of the latter it’s perhaps of little wonder that Drew should prove aurally redolent of Portishead’s The Rip in many respects. Alison’s breathy coo à la fellow awe-striking siren Beth Gibbons; the softened acoustic undulations; its creeping sense of crescendo. Although whereas that one was markedly melancholy, there’s a dewy optimism to Drew which, in spite of her confessing to feeling “the cold arrive in my bones”, resonates with striking warmth. Intriguingly enough, there’s a faint whiff of Mediterranean contemporary pop song clinging tightly to it too, reminiscences of being “stood there by the lake” beneath pillowy “great white clouds” only enhancing such latent sensations but with the emotivity fully maximised, the duo give us yet another reason to be proud of great British pomp and show. “Open the door wide” and welcome them back in below…

Drew is lifted from Goldfrapp’s forthcoming sixth, Tales Of Us, which is anticipated September 9th via Mute.

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