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“Build me up, break me down. And pray for the rain again” laments Kiran Roy, lead singer of The Darlingtons on forthcoming single ‘Rotations’. If there was ever a line that summarised a band almost completely, then that is it. Desolate, but not without a certain degree of optimism, Sheffield’s The Darlingtons are one of the most exciting bands on the up at the moment; their blend of post-rock melancholia and shimmering shoegaze guitars setting them apart from some of their more upbeat contemporaries.

Having been fortunate enough to catch ‘Rotations’ live prior to hearing the recorded version, it’s safe to say that the track fits in effortlessly with older tracks like ‘Watch Yourself’ and earlier single ‘Don’t Give Me Hope’, marking it as yet another staple of the band’s performances. Likewise on record, ‘Rotations’ stands as out as another marker in the bands progression towards bigger things. Somewhat moodier than the aforementioned single, a few seconds of feedback lead in to an explosive shoegaze intro, before mellowing in to the kind of Editors-esque verses you’ve come to expectfrom The Darlingtons, who are never afraid to wear their hearts on their sleeves. Where things get really interesting though, is the halfway point, a delicate breakdown quickly becoming a mounting, all-encompassing shoegaze affair, the hook line repeated  on top of ethereal backing vocals.

It is sections like this that truly make me think there’s a place for The Darlingtons in the future of UK indie. It’s not that they’re doing something completely different to what’s been done before, it’s the conviction, and it’s the style with which they do it, not to mention the unprecedented, almost tangible level of emotion that goes in to their songwriting. All this, coupled with a musicality that far outreaches the band’s years, makes for one of the most compelling acts in the UK at the moment.

8/10

Watch the video for ‘Rotations’ below:

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Dave Beech

Having spent my formative years torn between crying in my bedroom to tedious early '00s emo records and playing in a couple of terrible punk bands, I decided I was far better suited to writing about music than playing it. Now, approaching my mid-twenties all of a sudden, armed with little more than an unhealthy penchant for sarcasm and an acquired taste for warm cider, I can mostly be found haunting the unsigned circuit of Manchester as often as I can the city's bigger venues, championing those bands who don't quite get the attention they deserve, as much as panning those who get too much. Twitter: @dave__beech