The Thousands

It’s hard to like Liars. How do you trust someone who doesn’t tell the truth? And it’s even harder still to love them. Yet they go and make a record like this and suddenly you know why nice guys do, in fact, finish last. You fall for those Liars all the same.

Liars trade in subverting expectations. Middling dance-punk debut followed by bizarre follow-up followed by completely brilliant third followed by tame, underwhelming self-titled effort the fourth time around? Okay.

Enter Sisterworld, an entry into the Liars canon that can compete with Drum’s Not Dead. The 3-piece continue their textural and rhythmic experimentation to conjure a downright creepy atmosphere all the better to express their antipathy to the world they live in. Cerebral instrumentation and trademark Angus Andrew vocals work in tandem with jarring percussion to make a living nightmare of a record. It’s like TV On the Radio had even more things to sneer about, plus super-dirty guitars. Scissor and Scarecrows On a Killer Slant rock harder than sedimentary. Don’t like your world? Try Liars’, pathological and compulsive.