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Damn - we should have reviewed this a while back, though to be
fair we only got the email two weeks ago so were not as
bad as weve usually been in the past. Those of you with
fairly decent memories and who - sensibly I should add - make
notes about such things will be all too aware of Larsen B whose
debut self-released EP entitled The Treasured Memories of
Cecil Element we swooned over in missive 125. Now signed
up to tastemakers Try Harder whose previous disc dispatches have
seen outings for the likes of Blood Red Shoes, Redjetson and Tired
Irie - all of which Im sad to say are somehow listed as
missing in action in our gaff - Larsen B return with a sumptuously
trimmed (were assuming) trio of treasures led from the fore
by the lead out Marilyn. Lightly decorated amid a
hustling albeit affectionate armoury of regimental-styled percussive
parades that are sweetly drilled by festoons of a demurring reverie
of crookedly inebriated and lolloping banjo braids, Marilyn
is tastefully seasoned and disarmingly peppercorned by a sea breezing
West Coast lilt that radiates and glows with an unassuming quiet
grandeur that rather than arrive in your life crashing, banging
and throwing its toys out of the pram would appear to be predisposed
at silently creeping up behind you when you least expect it and
softly unpicking your defences. Mind you, a quick peek on their
myspace page throws up the absolute gem like Tailgate
which if as we suspect rightly is the accompanying flip cut and
in our humble opinion the stronger of the tracks caressed as it
is by a wonderfully wistful and introspective Beach Boys lull
which seems to sort the entrance fee out alone while suggesting
well need to nail a full copy and pry a little closer in
a future missive.
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