Although there has been heaps of hazy dream pop coming from overseas for the past few years, Wild Nothing prove the genre has yet to stagnate. Wild Nothing are a unique take on the genre: they are miles away from being a muddy and reverb drenched exercise in apathy. Instead, the band’s approach to music is mature, always interesting and memorable.

Pastel lighting shines as Wild Nothing take to the stage at the Brudenell and launch into catchy album opener ‘Shadow’. It’s immediately apparent they’re a talented lot: they sound as good as the record. But the experience is even better, considering the band’s charisma and the excitement of the crowd. Musically, the four piece contrast swirling and chorused guitars with simple, tight drumming and chunky basslines. Frontman Jack Tatum’s enchanting vocals are a subtle, Billy Corgan-esque whisper. And the songs themselves are great dreamy grooves and catchy melodies. The music is not only beautiful, but also engaging: kids at the front dance, whilst others sway or tap their toes. Tatum, shy as he is, is clearly thrilled to see the crowd’s reactions and the wealth of smiles. And that’s what Wild Nothing are best at: first-class, smile-inducing dream pop.

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