The duo’s own description of their sound \u2014 “as if Oasis and Blur had a love child, but gave it up to adoption for Yard Act to look after” \u2014 is so accurate it almost renders this review redundant. Almost. Because what that neat formulation doesn’t quite capture is the warmth underneath the wit. This isn’t sneering. This is commiserating. Mortimore’s lyrics, originally sketched out in 2023 amid the post-Partygate national hangover, have lost none of their relevance. The “first world British problems” he catalogues feel lived-in rather than observed at arm’s length \u2014 the mark of a songwriter who was actually in the pub, actually overhearing these conversations, actually nodding along with a pint of something cold and thinking: *yes, this, exactly this.*<\/p>
The spoken-word sections \u2014 ad-libbed, apparently, and all the better for it \u2014 give the track a loose, almost confessional quality that the more rigidly composed sections contrast against beautifully. Mcrea’s production is punchy and uncluttered, the kind of sound that takes genuine intelligence to make seem effortless. Lead guitars needle and coil, the drums sit with real authority, and the whole thing breathes like a band who’ve been playing together for years rather than a project assembled on weekends around pizza and Polish lager.<\/p>
The music video deserves its own paragraph. Where a lesser band might have reached for something cinematic or self-consciously arty, PILL-BOX have wisely leaned into the tongue-in-cheek register of the song itself. It’s the correct instinct. The track’s lineage \u2014 Wet Leg’s absurdist wit, The Bug Club’s ramshackle charm, Getdown Services’ knowing working-class surrealism \u2014 demands a visual counterpart that doesn’t take itself too seriously while still meaning every single word. On the evidence here, they’ve pulled it off.<\/span><\/p> What’s particularly promising is the sense that Mortimore and Mcrea are only just getting started. The infrastructure is raw \u2014 DIY recordings, a studio that doubles as a social hub, a covers band providing the live baptism of fire \u2014 but the songwriting instincts are already sharp and distinctive. The influence of the British Invasion runs deep here, not as pastiche but as genuine inheritance: The Kinks’ class-conscious wit, the Stones’ looseness, filtered through a thoroughly contemporary sensibility. These are people who understand that the best British pop has always been about watching everyday life slightly sideways.<\/span><\/p> Releasing the thing the week after the HMRC self-assessment deadline was either a stroke of marketing genius or a beautifully accidental piece of conceptual art. Given everything else about PILL-BOX, it’s probably both.<\/span><\/p> *Cost Of Living* won’t fix the country. But it’ll make the commute home marginally more bearable, and right now, that might be enough.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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