Glasgow bands – at least the well brought up ones, anyway – seem fond of a mini epic or two and that, maybe, is the result of too much exposure to Arcade Fire or perhaps simply a consequence of repressed emotion. So, with a yeah and verily, Where We Lay Our Heads turn their attention to the consequences of a breakup and attempt to address the whole “we can stay friends” question. Throw in the requisite violin and a crescendo of grunged up guitars and they sonically paint a picture of inner torment.
Johnny Cash would have shot the bitch and then composed the song. Nowadays, it would seem that such direct action is not on the cards but, to their credit, Where We Lay Our Heads run straight and true here even if they have substituted politeness for passion.