Cooper Robson (vocals); Stanley Elvis Woodward/King David
Ike-Elechi/Ferg Kilsby (vocals) (track 9); Stanley Elvis Woodward (bass
guitar/synths); King David Ike-Elechi (drums/percussion); Ferg Kilsby (Trumpet,
flugelhorn); Sandro Shargarodsky (piano, keyboards, synthesiser); George
Johnson (tenor saxophone); Otto Kampa (alto saxophone); Tom Ford (guitar);
Geordie Greep (guitar) (tracks 4 and 7); Josh Mitchell-Rayner (piano) (track
1); Viviane Ghiglino (flute) (track 1); Lucy Rowan (alto flute) (track 1);
Frank Barr (clarinet) (track 1); Sebastian Barley (French horn) (track 1);
Tobias Amadio (trumpet) (track 1); Bertie Beaman (trombone) (track 1); Dillon
Pinder (trombone) (track 9); Enya Barber (violin); Congling Wu (violin);
Natalia Solis Paredes (viola); Morgan Key (cello)
There’s a wonderful Northern defiance that runs through much of this
album like a steel rod. It’s two fingers up to the South and advice to tell
them that they can stick their ingrained entitlement and belief in their
superiority where the sun don’t shine. (Ironic suggestion, I know, in the
middle of a heatwave).
It ranges from big boots on the ground, declaimed poetry, through
rapid-fire punk rock to jazz-rock, some blues-soul and an occasional sweeping
elegance that all holds together because these are all constituent parts of
their portrait of the North. Heresy, I know, but it reminds me of Ezra Collective
in the way that Knats have incorporated their roots into the music, meanwhile,
the imagery in Cooper Robson’s poems add enormous strength to anchoring the
group into the local soil.