In a time when people are still reeling from the deaths of some of music’s true originals, at least we can find solace in the emergence of fresh, remarkable bands like this one. They are beginning their musical career with an initial creative momentum found only in other exceptional acts, such as Alt J or Radiohead. It also helps that what the young trio are doing is unique. Musically, song’s often build to grand, stirring finales, with previous melodies meeting and commingling, so that the listener is left roused and changed, as is the desired effect with good music. It also helps that his voice is exquisite, as showcased on Anything You Want. There is a grace and wisdom found in Mícheál Keating’s lyrics which belies his age. These are songs Peter Gabriel or Robert Fripp would be proud of. There is wonderful progression in the tracks and a delicate strangeness. In O Happy Happy Happy, the initial musical politeness climaxes into a synth solo which sounds like the beautiful murder of some sort of digital squirrel. The sea-side ambience and delicate melodies stack atop one another and then change into a different beast entirely. Often tracks remind one of Damon Albarn’s more touching, wistful efforts, such as the album’s opener, Frozen. The trio have released enough material to garner people’s attention, and now with the announcement that they will be supporting Pixies for two of their Irish performances in July, the album is set to propel them into the forefront of Irish music.
Previous EP offerings from the Limerick band have been nothing but impressive, with the incredibly catchy and weird Visiting Myself in Hospital a definite marker of their unique voice and ability. On February 12 th, so early on in the calendar, we will be bestowed with what potentially could be an album of the year. As a record, it is simply too good not to eulogize. This is because the record is so brilliantly put together (the album is mixed by David Wrench – FKA Twigs, Jape), so massive in scale and yet delicate in sound, so outlandish and glistening, that any descriptor or adjectives that can be used to describe it sound fluffed and false. It is difficult to discuss Bleeding Heart Pigeons’ début, ‘Is’ , without being accused of hyperbole.
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