It’s been a while since I’ve heard an album that absolutely boils with so many conflicting emotions. From first impressions though, absolutely everything on Caprice Enchanté sounds angry.
Foreign Being by The Royal They is anchored by one common goal – to hit you hard and make you take notice. At first, it felt solely driven by anger. There’s rage in this – boy, is their rage. The guitars howl and fizzle with acidic intent; but there’s also a hell of a lot of heart in this and that heart is pumping raw, bloody emotion from every ventricle.
If the production on this was some form of mineral, it would be a mudslide; a cruel, filthy, flow that never lets up until everything is submerged in grime. The guitars let off an ear-squealing hiss of disdain throughout the 35 minute running time of Gold, whilst the bass rumbles and belches thick, slabs of mulch and the drumming is a tribal hammering of bloodied determination.