Fucking Hell, Elvis Perkins is Back

Elvis Perkins‘ last album Elvis Perkins in Dearland was released back in something like 2009. That, in case you were wondering, is fucking ages ago. The last I heard, in fact, he had retired from music to write books.

This new album snuck out so completely under the radar (it came out a couple of weeks ago) that I had no idea it even existed, and I absolutely fucking love his first two records. Stepping down from XL Records, which was a slightly incongruous partnership in the first place, he’s actually self-released this one which perhaps explains why whichever PR company they used didn’t check the internet for people who were already fans and would probably cover the album.

And never mind PR, I am pretty shocked about how little chatter it seemed to generate on social media. The Guardian were all over Dearland, but I just haven’t seen anyone mention this. And that’s odd because, despite apparently being a rather more stripped-down collection of songs recorded on the fly over the course of a few years, this still sounds like pretty classic Elvis Perkins territory. It’s weirder, perhaps. Maybe more in the wonky end of the spectrum, occupying territory a little closer to Timber Timbre than the big band stuff on Dearland or the pacier honky-tonk of Ash Wednesday, but nevertheless, something which existing fans seem very likely to love.

The two teaser tracks have plenty of odd noises on them, and the discordant mini-cacophony at the end of Hogus Pogus bodes very well for the album itself, but I can’t really tell you much more than that until I’ve heard the whole thing. And even tracking that down took me bloody ages. To save yourself a Google nightmare, click here if you want to buy a copy.

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