Memoirs At The End of the World
Quality 1960s soundtrack sounds with a 21st century sheen.
The Postmarks have delivered themselves into the space occupied previously by the likes of the Cardigans and the Sundays. They even tip a wink towards Portishead on occasion but this is no hardcore trip-hop trip we’re on. Oh, dear me, no. To be honest, I feel underdressed for this album - it seems to demand one is clad in one’s Sunday best and heading out for a party on a yacht somewhere. Full marks for having a singer who looks like Avengers-era Diana Rigg morphing into Kate Beckinsale, though. And the theremin. You may not be cool enough for this album. You have been warned.