Skipping up to the waters edge with the playful pounding drums, the track quickly dives into the giddy dizzy ditty that powers this sugarpop indie disco delight.
The vocals explode from below with the bobbing, bouyant, bubbling energy of a submerged unicorn tube ring released from some unseen anchor. Tooth acheingly sweet, they add a rainbow glitter sparkle to the songs surface sun shimmer.
The vocals have the enchanting tune, tone and tease of a Siren’s spell. An oozing crooning charm that deftly disguises the dangerous dark depths of the waters they swim in.
Lyrically it is incredibly accomplished song writing and razor sharp wit that punctures the pastel pink lilos of the shallow pop picture the summery soundscape conjured at first.
The music and meaning are a perfectly syncopated storm swell and it sweeps you into its irrisistable dance of shallow smiles, vulnerable veneer, and the tumultous tidal terror that lurks unseen.
The drums continue to pulse with a raw, pure, primal power. The guitars ebb and flow between the dance of the disco, and the toilet paper muffled scream of a locked toilet cubicle breakdown. The bass is breezy cool throughout, surfing the bob and bounce of every wave.
The song is a beautiful deception. A postcard sunset on a tropical beach paradise. Earlier you traded smiles with someone as they sequenced through sun, sand, and swimming. Breathing in the peaceful quiet of the now abandoned scenic setting you gather up your things and sink one last sip of the perfect purple orange hued horizon. Before you turn to go you spot the shadow of a towel in the sand, your own was a warm hug slung over your shoulders, but it quickly turns it to a damp dripping down your spine, each drop in rhythm as your eyes track the footprints to the darkening water.
King Of Foxes skillfully serenade you with songs sprinkled sugar sweet on the surface, but the beautiful bubblebum boogie at the chewy gooey core isn’t afraid the reveal the rot and ruin wrought on its teeth.
Words by Matt Miles.
