Released: 2008
The mid-noughties were a very weird time to be one of those bands caught beneath the indie banner. The industry wanted everyone to be like the Arctic Monkeys or The Libertines, but it felt that the conveyor belt was running way too hot and whilst the hype cycle continued to froth, amongst the contenders there was a new found reluctance to be hung out to dry as the next Joe Lean & The Jing Jang Jong.
Guillemots knew all about that. Boasting a multinational line up and led by the splendidly named Fyfe Dangerfield, their debut album Through the Windowpane had charted similarly Bohemian (Relatively) territory to kindred spirits Metronomy, landing a Merury Prize nomination but eventually losing out to Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not.
It’s follow up Red was in turn confusing and elating, the incorporation of brash funk and scuzzy pop into their palate one that left critics searching for easier answers elsewhere. Kriss Kross opened it, all thrusting synth vamps, street corner chanting and fuzz bass..until the chorus floated in sounding as it if had been lifted from a completely different song. Dangerfield asked us if we were coming out with them, and we threw our copies of the NME in the bin, put on our coats and got ready for the night of our lives.
The Voice Of Unreason 
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