Young the Giant’s debut, self-titled album was the epitome of a perfect start. There will be no need for practice to make perfect for the California quintet on their second record because the first was just utterly mesmerising. I’ve mentioned My Body and Cough Syrup before but the quality of the album is just so consistently brilliant that no record has been across every track as consistently good as Young the Giant.
I can’t think of another album this year that so wholeheartedly floored me when I first listened to it. The wrenching, tormenting vocals of Silberman present in all the tracks adds up to a package of perfect melancholia. Having garnered a cult following with their last album Hospice, it seems they can continue their rise with a more flexible sound: staying soft but still being able to reach those grand heights.