The Old Romantic Killer Band
You Don't Know How To Love
Not that we'd ever suggest for one second that Leeds is the most depressing place on earth but these two guys really do sound like they're in desperate need of an upturn in fortunes. The sooner the better too, as vocalist Harry Johns actually sounds like he's about to break into tears halfway through the title track.
Of course that can also be described as a good thing. A genuine case of the blues always beats fake sincerity any day of the week, and throughout both 'You Don't Know How To Love' and its sister 'Things To Come', The Old Romantic Killer Band do seem to have it in abundance.
Then again, so did another slightly more (allegedly) incestuous duo from across the other side of the world that we won't mention for obvious reasons, as this is more Dewsbury than Detroit. Still worth keeping a watchful eye on though, particularly as Johns' vocal is more reminiscent of a mid-period Robert Plant than any post-millennium garage rock revivalists.
Good enough for a second listen? Oh go on then.