Bridging the divide between the post-punk of the 1980s, and 1990s slacker rock, Leeds-based five-piece Eagulls are a band whose name has found itself in my inbox rather regularly of late. The handful of singles the quartet have released, coupled by their appearance at last year’s SXSW festival, has whipped up a veritable shit-storm of anticipation for their eponymous début, released in March. And while the hype machine does have a tendency to big up those within it’s clutches more often than is usually warranted, it seems Eagulls’ explosive combination of snarling punk cynicism and lo-fi aesthetics are worth every ounce of hyperbole.
This review was originally written for Far Out Magazine. Click here to read in full.