The Slow Summits need only to get ten seconds into The Spirit of the Lyrics the first song from their debut EP Languid Belles for the listener to reach one inevitable conclusion. Ye Gods! It's Edwyn Collins. Reincarnated as a toothsome frontman for a band from Linkoping, Sweden.
The resemblance borders on ludicrous. Anders Nyberg, for the toothsome Swede is he, has sold his soul to come back as Edwynsson and his band met at the crossroads at midnight and drew up a pact with the rest of Orange Juice so as not to feel left out. With Amelia Fletcher on backing vocals to give it proper Indie credentials, this is a quite astonishing note for note twelve minute sacrifice at the altar of Postcard's finest.
Frankly it's a rather astonishing listen. Nyberg is Collins down the last chortle, shrug of his shoulders and winsome grin. Slow Summits, Orange Juice to the final jingle jangle.When in the EP closer the band whip themselves in a frenzy with cries of 'balderdash!' and a final languid plea. 'Give us some meaning nothing less. Or give us your home address...' You have to wonder exactly why they are doing this but being slightly glad that they are. Highly odd.
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