These Are My Horses

Atmospheric balladry builds to rising crescendos here. And there. And everywhere in between on 'These Are My Horses'. There's a haunting, a longing in the vocal with solid rhythms that evoke lashings of indie pop, and the finest granules of roots-based whip twang, accessible to many the music fan. You can't pigeonhole the sound. The record simply seeping into the subconscious, such is its effortless, ethereal touch. The deepest, foghorn of vocals are on display from the bands voice-box and guitarist Aaron James Matthews, whose lungs are as strong as an ox in rousing chorus breaks yet tender as its calf in the verse flow.

'These Are My Horses' has a structured yet weightless feel. The mood akin to a slow-burn passing of the seasons. 'Safe For Now' and 'River & The Sun' are delicate and immediate ditties. Yet the band quickly turns that on its head through powerful numbers like 'Let the Satellites Fall' and 'I Was Her Man'. Matthews' lyrical poetry conjuring images of Colonial Australia on '1859', and nights spent in alcohol-soaked bars on 'Mary Lynn'. From roots inspired waltzes and straight-up, riff-laden rockers, the record's intimate yet sprawling narrative echoes around the expansive countryside it roams across. Drunk on horseback. Riding towards camp. Vengeful, yet filled with remorse. A tenderness you can touch. A taming of the wild beast.

On bass, Markus Perry weaves a wonderful low-end tapestry upon which the guitars float. Whilst Stevie G Martin's work behind the drum kit helps provide a light and a shade, allowing the rockers to rock and the rollers to roll. With guest guitars by Cam McKenzie and Dan Houlihan, as well as lush keyboards and backing vocals provided by Yuko Nishiyama, Matheson's 'These Are My Horses' is a velvet sledgehammer of a record, best enjoyed with a cold lager in hand and rolled cigarette at your fingertips.