Kid Canaveral's album, Shouting At Wildlife, is punky, punchy and poppy. It had me reaching for The Wedding Present’s George Best and The Delgados’ Domestiques in fond reminiscence; anyone who’s fallen for Standard Fare’s superb album this year will be just as taken by these spiky tales of alcohol-fuelled mayhem and heartbroken gloom.
As it’s been three years since their debut single, and 18 months since their most recent 7”, it might have seemed as if Kid Canaveral were running out of steam; this album, though, swats away any such idea and suggests that even if they're not seeing success right now, their time, like Pulp’s did, will come.
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