Whiteout alluringly sets the scene on Warpaint’s third album Heads Up, but feels pallid after what’s come before.
Luckily, by the time we hear The Stall, deep locking bass and shuffling beats transcend us into Warpaint’s misted sensuality. The sedative embrace of Don’t Wanna and Dre inhabits a dark emotional core, and the place in the record where you will lose yourself completely. The flip-side saunters beyond this height, with the pure lamenting heartbreak of Today Dear ending the album like the afterglow of a slow death fight.
Its few shortcomings aside, Heads Up offers further proof that Warpaint, unlike almost all of their contemporaries, understand how to wade into the depths of innovation and emerge with bold, atmospheric pop.