If spending your Saturday night interrogating the nature of evil sounds like an impossibly hard sell, you’ve obviously not fallen for Cowards yet. Released in February, Squid’s acclaimed third album sets stories of cannibalism, cults and nuclear holocausts to some of the most adventurous arrangements of the Bristol band’s career, pinballing through post-rock, jazz fusion and kosmische. It’s nervy, knotty music designed to disorientate listeners, and with it the five-piece have bagged themselves a load more willing victims.
Presumably, many of these made it to Camden for the final night of the band’s European tour. If they did, they were joining the sort of die-hard fans who successfully formed a circle pit for the jittery prog of The Blades.
