The rugged rockers from Boston have brought the pace down. The guitars are still craggy, but with more melody behind them – particularly that triumphant ending. If you like your rock a little on the unkempt side but not completely butt-ugly, give this a whirl.
It seems like every UK singer-songwriter with an unamericanised accent ends up as a carbon copy of Ed Sheeran. Not Toby (or toby. as it’s stylised). His sound is refreshingly jazzy and lounge-bar-esque, perfectly suited to a hazy Sunday drinking beers in the sun – although probably not at this time of the year.
‘That motherfucker’s getting down like King Kong’. Yeah, I’m not sure what to think of that hook either. But the constantly evolving funky house instrumental is irresistible.