As far as duos go, Widowspeak generally have a lot going for them. Their relatively closed sound worked well on Almanac, their brand of dreamy indie-pop steering them gently to the course they find on All Yours. (Although, no, we can’t explain whether that particular peak on the sleeve is a horse or a mountain or a human head, but that’s by the by.)
It’s a course that ends up coasting on this new record, though again they’re not without their merits. The name may seem like some sort of loved-up declaration but, as the title song reveals, it’s more a kiss-off, a sort of ‘fuck you, you can have it’ that sits on soft stoner chords like Best Coast on horse tranq.
The rest of the album glides by with agreeable ease. Dead Love (So Still) ironically ends up being their most life-affirming moment, breezy chords almost the confident realisation of a relationship’s stagnancy; Girls is like a porch-swing lamentation to harmonica blues, not a million miles from a Jenny Lewis write. They’re certainly not at that league yet, but there’s still a great amount to enjoy from a band yet to hit their, achem, peak.
All Yours by Widowspeak can be ordered here.