I always really liked The Lucksmiths. They were this Belle & Sebastian-esque Australian indie pop band that soundtracked my low-key angsty adolescence. Breakups? Check. Adult uselessness? Check. Overt self-indulgent misery? Check check check. I so often felt that my future would include some kind of romantic struggle. That I would be some artist, musician or writer living in an inner city never quite making it but staying true to some kind of idealistic indie ideology of poetic bleakness. The Lucksmiths were my allies in this future projection. Whether it was “The Chapter In Your Life Entitled San Francisco” showcasing the pathetic longing for a missing love or “A Hiccup In Your Happiness” attesting to my fear of breaking up with someone wholly unsuitable for me, The Lucksmiths spoke my language of self-indulgent misery. I was a little bit emo sometimes.
So, to my great enjoyment, 3 of the 4 have returned with their new band Last Leaves. This new iteration retains much of the wit and delivery of The Lucksmiths but attaches it with a crunchier, more rustic musicianship, eschewing the breezy indie pop that preceded this iteration whilst retaining a vocal delivery both dreamy and vulnerable. The new single The World We Had, released yesterday on the label Lost and Lonesome, introduces us into the narrative of a new lover and the experiences that we relate to via proxy along with the band. We all build worlds with the people we love and the feeling when they change or are removed is exactly that. World ending. It’s a process of grieving for the familiar, the safe and the wanted whilst adjusting to that which is alien. Last Leaves, in keeping with their Lucksmiths legacy, showcase this perfectly.