INDIE POP / ELECTRONIC
Some of the best British pop of 2016 bursts from this south London trio’s second set. Lustrous opener Flora demonstrates a new radio-ready confidence without fully junking their trademark weirdness, and the sinuous, serrated bass of Raw Gold is Metronomy spooning Hot Chip on Jungle’s bed – the best song Beaty Heart have ever written. Powerful with a warm intimacy, thanks to Josh Mitchell’s plaintive vocals, Till the Tomb strips back their excellent debut’s fussy tribal psychedelia and strafes each song with miniature addictive riffs and motifs instead. Occasionally it sounds like the worst sort of shallow, awfully English electronic funk, but mostly the seductive cradle-rock rhythms drag you in deeper, like quicksand for the ears.
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