Coffin review – The Sunday Experience
Let’s not get fussy or sniffy about this, but I’m suspecting Trupa Trupa’s second full length, the impishly titled ‘jolly new songs’, due for release near the end of the month via blue tapes and x-ray / Ici d’ailleurs records, might if we bother to do one, find itself in the end of year best of listings.
‘coffin’ has just been raised from the set, think I may have said this on previous occasion, but no band does grandeur and majesty on such a divine slow burn as these folk, discounting that is Vukovar, who themselves are readying up to release ‘puritan’ shortly, copies coming I believe. Okay from what we can gather, ‘coffin’ is a strangely macabre love song lyrically speaking, delicately daubed in lazy eyed opines, think of a Butterflies of Love variant of the Velvets, the countrified mellowing tones crystallising dreamy to a relaxing what if sigh only to, at the 1.44 point, suddenly take a double turn and to the radiant spray of shimmering sonic fanfares a jubilant white light emerges and burns ever fiercer in intensity casting a tear staining rapturous finale before disappearing over the hill gone.