Hull’s cult hero Matt Edible is back, and yet again, provides challenging pop music for the alternative community.
This ballad, meanders from psychedelic synths to languid vocals like a glorious drunk walk home in the wee hours. Edible’s vocals have always had a touch of James Dean Bradfield about them but, here, his caution to the wind attitude witnesses a departure from that traditional delivery.
Despite the ethereal production and adventurous guitars, Edible still embeds great melody and pop sensibilities into this short epic. It appears nigh on impossible for experimental yet poppy efforts like this to garner recognition nowadays, but, this should only fuel your love it more. Cherish it like the best mate your parents have never been sure of.