You don’t unwrap a new Handsome Family album expecting radical reinvention.
Any change is incremental (some unexpected organ here, a dobro flourish there, Jason Toth’s simpatico drums throughout). What you expect – and always get – is admission into the Sparks’ unique world; of heists gone wrong, the world’s smallest horse, slot machines and death.
Gothic in the truest sense, the combination of Brett’s cavernous baritone and Rennie’s haunting words is one of the wonders of the modern age. To hear Brett harmonise with himself at the close of The Silver Light, or sing plaintively of a siren’s call on The Sea Rose, is to immerse yourself in something ‘other’, something dark and beautiful and beyond compare.