As if prisoners within a TV set and perilous to the changing channels, Brighton’s newest noise makers, Squid, hammer from inside the screen. An angular guitar worthy of Talking Heads or Television, ‘The Dial’ is bombastic art-punk refusing to be ignored, and far catchier than all logic should allow.
Dropped into anything from wildlife scenes, ancient battles, Love Island and that girl who never finished her game of naughts & crosses, the confusion and frustration builds into a sublime piece of unsuspected brilliance. Finally something worth the licensing fee.
Words by Ben Barry
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