A pair of urgent, raw-throated, rough-edged rock albums, Gala Mill and Havilah tend to churn along, at times seeming more about texture and dynamics than about songs or melodies or even clear guitar licks, only for sections to suddenly emerge from the general clangour as standouts/highlights (on Havilah, "I Am The Supercargo" and "Oh My", say).
I think I like Wait Long... a touch more than either of these, but there's probably a dose of 'the first one you listen to will always be your favourite' there - and all of them have a great sense of heft, heaviness, which means they continue to have a lot to offer, and to give new things, on repeated listens.
I think I like Wait Long... a touch more than either of these, but there's probably a dose of 'the first one you listen to will always be your favourite' there - and all of them have a great sense of heft, heaviness, which means they continue to have a lot to offer, and to give new things, on repeated listens.
