On Eagull’s self-titled album, these five guys from Leeds sound frustrated as fuck yet manage to wrap their frustrations into catchy post-punk tunes that owe as much to Joy Division as they do to Wire. The ten songs on this album won’t exactly make you a happier person, but there’s something about the reverb-drenched, scathing guitars that battle the thumping bass lines and hypnotizing drums that sticks.
And draped over it all is frontman George Mitchell’s wailing voice that is laced with paranoia. More often than not, you’ll have a hard time making out the words, but there’s no doubt about the sentiment he’s trying to express. If you can take one thing away from this album it would have to be that no matter how fucked up things seem, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. You just have to stand up and get there on your own, rather than waiting for someone else to do it.