Don't expect something with the urgency and vive of Bad Blood. There are few soaring Icarus- or Pompeii-esque choruses Instead, think about the songcraft that made the highlights of Wild World: Blame, Warmth, Glory - this album is in keeping with that same sense of melancholy and, ultimately, euphoria.
I first listened to this album on release day after having been out with friends. Laying there in a half-drunken daze, it was as if the album was explaining the dreamy weightlessness I was experiencing. The album tells a story - it is a gripping, congruent narrative that works best as a whole. The songs seemlessly and impressively segue into one another, creating a convincing story of a person capturing every second of a night out - regrets and all - before waking up the following morning trying to piece it all together.
Quarter Past Midnight is one of the more immediate standouts on the album - impressive considering it has been on our playlists for over a year - but its place as the opening chapter in this chronicle gives it new life. Bad Decisions and Another Place are also equally enjoyable, before the soaring crescendos of Joy bring an otherwise melancholy album to an upbeat conclusion.