The kind folks over at Philophobia sent this record over to us some time ago, and to be honest, I didn’t know what to make of it. St. Gregory Orange is a band I’d heard a lot about, but I’d never given them the time – and the first listen wasn’t promising. But as is so often the case, the more time spent with a record, the more you can realise its hidden joys. And that’s precisely what we have here.
Midnight At The Sycamore Lounge is a complicated record, one that rarely makes things easy, as every moment of pure pop bliss is matched with pulsating soundscapes and droney interludes. And that’s what makes each listen great, as it’s sort of like cracking a mystery as you peel off each layer of each song. If Pulp and Arab Strap had a child, then this would be it.