bloody/bath are feverish, infectious and bewitching. Their cutting guitar lines and catchy melodies might bring anthemic indie rock to the forefront, but lying in the shadows of their sonics is a brooding anguish. Kailan Price’s lyrics are displayed honestly, like a body sliced open for heart-surgery. They tell a bleak story of his personal battle with crippling depression and anxiety; a story of someone lost in their own head, imprisoned in a waking experience of sleep paralysis.

The guitars are nostalgic, the bass thumps and the drums hit hard amongst an ominous atmosphere. Its feelings of dread paired with post-punk revival guitar lines inspires a strange alternate universe for the listener, a world in which Bloc Party had never experienced love and released their debut Silent Alarm on The Flenser. A strange vibe perhaps, but one it seems people are here for.