Album Review: Everyone To The Anderson - A Man Born from Inside of a Horse

‘A Man Born from Inside of a Horse’ was born, as it were, from inside of a disused industrial unit just outside of Brighton. Whether the music influenced the location choice or vice versa, the ‘industrial’ presence is definitely reflected in the finished product. Everyone to the Anderson have a sound that is both coarse and intricate in equal measure; rolling together influences from several decades worth of math-rock, post-punk, and noise-rock.

Discordant bass lines puncture like knife wounds and tightly wound jams recall Shellac at their best, but when blended with melodic math-guitars more along the lines of Foals or Minus the Bear, the songs are lifted onto a whole new level; from the full frontal assault of ‘Danzig High Flyer’ to the psychedelic sway of ‘Wake When Some Vile Thing Is Near’, the interplay of soft-harsh tones and gentle-loud moments are blended and brushed onto a broad musical canvas. It is this stylistic variation that has seen Everyone To The Anderson tour equally successfully alongside Rolo Tomassi and Miachu & The Shapes, and placed on compilations from Box Social to Big Scary Monsters.

Although the contrast, diversity, and skilful arrangements are easily commendable, ‘A Man Born from Inside...’ can be a little hard to sink your teeth into properly. For the most part, Everyone To The Anderson are standing on the fence, either side of which lies a field of gentle, appreciative head nodding, and another of total limb-flailing loss of control. Both sides have their merits, but with this release they seem to be trying too hard to maintain their balance and the result is that of constraint. Still, from dirty bass to fiddly riffs to cowbell solos, ‘A Man Born from Inside...’ ticks pretty much all the boxes as a first full-length release from this promising Brighton-based trio.

4/5

'A Man Born from Inside of a Horse' by Everyone To The Anderson is available now on Unlabel.

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Words by Emma Garland