ITCH – An Illusion Of Grandeur From A One Trick Pony

When albums like this come along I’m unsure whether to be blessed that I’ve found such a rare gem, or to be worried that the current music scene is so saturated, that and album like this can be released as another drop in the ocean.
Their fourth album is a superb, wild, collection of energetic rock with a ‘Don’t give a shit’ attitude and structure. It swaggers along with confidence in its own ability, unashamed that it is solely accomplishing everything the band wants out of it. Vocally reminiscent of Frank Turner in its approach, Mike Milers vocals are rougher and filled with raw feelings, often touching on the likes of Hell is for Heroes and Idiot Pilot. His is an addictive, believable voice, live I imagine even more powerful.
The music flitters in and out of different rhythms and styles, reminiscent of early Biffy Clyro. They manage to fit in a wide variety of ideas and concepts, there’s such a rich variety that it demands multiple plays.
Personally, I believe my life is better with this album in it.