There’s something satisfying when you can hear a band and kind of piece together the records that might have made up the soundtrack to their youth. There are always going to be legions that are drawn in by the swagger and charmlessness of the Gallagher brothers, and the last few years has reaped what the proliferation of Ibiza-inspired dance music from the mid to late 90’s. given the shrinkwrapped nature of their sound, it wouldn’t be a surprise if even the childhood of the members of Trojan Horse was taken from another era. these are boys who fathers must have had lush libraries of prog-rock vinyls, a sea of experimentation and wankery to wade in and imbibe.
Having spent three and a half years formulating their debut, the band have finally gotten around to releasing their debut, which concentrates years of expansive rock music, mixes it up some of jilts and jumps of math and even finds space for the odd stab at Wooden Shjips style psychedelia. It wouldn’t be a surprise if the whole hour-long thing turned out to be a rip of a rare 12″ one of them had found in the back room, a kind of stormy concoction that often delights and sometimes disgusts – the beauty of …and the lights went down feeling disjointed next to the cod-rock of Black Russian. It’s weird, and it’s not for everyone, but there’s something nice about listening to a record that could’ve been made at any point in the last 25 years and not really have to change it’s points of reference.