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 Caught in the Carousel "There will be music despite everything"
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Gilded Palace Of Sin
You Break Our Hearts We'll Tear Yours Out
Central Control
Pete Phythian's not one of those guys who's stepped tentatively into the night. He's so positively soaked in darkness that he sounds like he's lived there all his life. Newly signed to Barry Adamson's Central Control label, Phythian and his Gilded Palace Of Sin bandmates play songs steeped in shadows. The grinding "Rubbing Up" finds Phythian declaring, "The weight of my soul's a heavy burden on my shoulders"; "There Is No Evil, There Is No Good" is a lightless contemplation of evil and "Rosa Salvaje" has all the get-out-of-town desperation of any Springsteen number, but instead of advocating a burst of speed across the highway, the narrator here suggests fucking shit up as they go ("…we'll start fights in bars…we'll take all the cash…steal cars, siphon gas") The eight-minute "Mean Jack" takes Nick Cave like swings at the night; the dark shimmer of "Bones Of The Night" suggests American Music Club and the slow burning "Wedding Rice" seems to take its cue from The National's Boxer. Phythian is a songwriter of great talent who taps both literature and his blackest-hearted dreams for lyrical inspiration. Rarely has a debut offered such brutal studies of isolation and mortality.
—Alex Green
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