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There is unrestrained vitality coursing by way of \u2018Heavy Heavy\u2019, the fourth album from Scottish trio Young Fathers<\/a>. The quite a few kinds that fill their sonic smorgasbord \u2013 soul, pop, rock, hip-hop, noise \u2013 match collectively neatly right here just like the items of a puzzle; the band by no means as soon as sounding disjointed when one sound offers strategy to the subsequent, typically throughout the identical monitor. In an analogous vein to their earlier materials, the listener is rapidly swept alongside on the Mercury Prize<\/a>-winning band\u2019s newest darkish and dense pop journey that achieves what many artists in the end aspire to: creating after which honing a sound solely of their very own making.<\/p>\n Ambiguous lyrics reminiscent of \u201cfill these boots to feel my soul and say, \u2018Buy more drugs to feel that love again\u2019 \/ Kill them slow, they reap I sow, amen<\/i>\u201d fill the file\u2019s frenetic opener \u2018Rice\u2019, and in reality confer with the goldminers who’re destroying pure sources in Africa and the people who find themselves compelled into this type of labour. It\u2019s a mark of the band\u2019s robust songwriting nous that such politicised lyrics are subtly imbued throughout a venture that also manages to be equal elements anthemic and infectious.<\/p>\n Dizzying songs like \u2018I Saw\u2019, which options skittish drums and heavy bass, flip traces so simple as \u201cbrush your teeth, wash your face, run away<\/em>\u201d into hypnotising mantras, whereas pleading chants of \u201cplease<\/em>\u201d on the gorgeous, reverb-soaked \u2018Geronimo\u2019 are stretched till it seems like a caught vinyl skipping.<\/p>\n