The second album from UK trio Peggy Sue arrives draped in black lace and casting an evil eye. Though its predecessor burst with folky sea shanties, Acrobats is all pallor and dread, icy ghost stories delivered in baleful moans. “I cut my teeth upon his flesh,” Katy Young coolly coos over icicle-stiff guitars on opener “Cut My Teeth”; the group spends the remainder of the album torn between licking wounds and inflicting them. There’s a palpable sense of menace – horror movie strings twist around steel-straight guitars, and Young’s vocal harmonies with Rosa Rex float like witch’s incantations. Like PJ Harvey‘s Rid of Me, Peggy Sue locate the precise point where heartache gives way to bloody vengeance and mine that darkness for all it’s worth.
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