CONCRETE LINE

Concrete Line’ sounds taut, paranoid and anxious. Brutalist guitars soar, like a tidal wave of council houses flanking a town. The inevitable demolition comes from vocalist Seb Mason’s voice. A pause of angelic stillness, glassy, ghostly, and deeply emotive. It perfectly captures the narcotic paralysis of small-town consciousness, briefly punctured by euphoric escape, before routine reasserts its dull tyranny.