‘Wild’ is not the right word for it. Sure, its a bit more rock n roll than the word ‘plotted’ but the stroke of genius that is Given To The Wild seems less like a frantic session of intoxication and lost hours in the woods then it does a well-manicured, Korean-military executed operation.
An interesting restraint in the vocals highlights the eloquent lyrics, and the multi layering and build up of the album steers it straight into radio-friendly town. Caressing your hair with familiar almost Yannis Philippakis borrowed vocals, Grew Up At Midnight begins by gently easing you in, but suddenly the floor is pulled beneath you and your free flying through an almighty drumming chorus.
Ayla is not only so incredibly melodically gorgeous, but it shows off the bands pitch-perfect harmonies a choir-boy would envy. Sure to highlight many a festival this summer, Pelican sets off in jaunty bursts that hurtle into a glorious gallop.
The beauty of the album for this author lies in The Maccabees underrated ability to drive, and surge forwards with each track, like a warm Californian wave engulfing you. Pant-wettingly good, the London lads have delivered a thrilling, rewarding listen.