Review by Paul Monkhouse for MPM
London quartet Feed The Wolf are currently filling the nation’s capital with their own, glorious shapeshifting noise.
Bringing a spiky mix of sweet and salty, the band have lavishly tooled this three track EP to tickle taste buds and blow minds in equal measure.
The shimmering guitar intro of ‘Black Cherries’ gives way to the slinky vocals of Marina Mercury before take-off. The song flirts with the shadows, all ultra-cool aloofness as it dances with the pneumatic rhythm whilst the guitars sing and the vocals seduce and lacerate.
If you ever wonder what Blondie jamming with Clutch in the basement of a London club would sound like, here it is as you’re ripped apart by riffs that would fill a stadium.
If you’re still in one piece, ‘A Place to Hide’ is a cry in the night, danger written through it and ‘Play Dead’ is grinding, sparky blues that somehow brings in psychedelia and New Wave, the guitars firing on all
cylinders and the vocals otherworldly.
It’s a fascinating journey that blends danger and warmth, the animal lurking beneath the sophistication as it prowls around with fangs ready to tear your throat out. Feed The Wolf could become your new favourite addiction, you know it’s playing with fire but in that, there’s the thrill.