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Season of False Dawns
By Ian Viggars

The Sailplanes' mini album is pretty much a perfect approximation of the way you'd like every unsigned band in England to sound. Hailing from London, this boy/girl fronted three piece play old-school art-rock (think Sonic Youth and Sleater Kinney more than Bloc Party) that's infused with enough youthful abandon and righteous anger to keep things from ever getting too stodgy.

Opener 'The Girl Who Always Knows' showcases their frenetic, wiry brilliance to maximum effect as a paean to a girl who sits "on the cliff tops casually starting fires". Tim Webster's cry of "burn it down, society!" in the chorus encouragingly reassures that the Sailplanes' have a healthy anti-establishment attitude. The second track 'I See You Walk' sees Stacey Hine take lead vocals (could this be the new Thurston and Kim?), delivering whip-smart phrases like "insufficient funds, insufficient pay", while 'The Intoxicated Song' features lines like "inconsistent in a routine way" and "prospects low in a secluded place", all of which hint at an articulate disaffection and anger that is matched perfectly by the calm yet frantic music that perfectly balances noise and melody, beauty and self-destruction. While anger may be the starting point, the overall effect is uplifting and inspiring.

'Wolf At The Door's unexpected thirty seconds of punishing instrument-malfunction noise suggests that the Sailplanes house a perverse experimental streak, but on the whole Season Of False Dawns reveals a band with a distinct and perfectly realised grasp of their own sound and influences.