Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

You live for the new as much as you find yourself clinging to the old and much loved, your life is not the preserve of everything you have listened to in your life but also it is a well freshly dug out well, one with an endless seam of possibilities in which to drink from, one that might lead down a different path, a stream of purer thought; or at the very least one that will nourish and sustain you in its raw and tempest like power.

In the Wild Fruit Art Collective, new does not mean unprepared, it is not a sip of something that bubbles just under the surface, it is the full head on dive in to a couple of songs that that strengthen your resolve to keep hearing the new as a possible addiction and in the songs Fabric and Rats And The Brass, the Wild Fruit Art Collective hold your hand, urge you to take a leap of faith and show you the spectacle that awaits you under the water and how much more thrilling it is when you have your eyes wide open.

It is the punk of a new generation, the sound of the grunge and the whisper of rock that drives these two songs, all the elements that somehow should not make an impact on the senses but somehow with curiosity and feeling delve into the heart of the words and sharpened teeth on show and become the beating of rain and the sunlit summer’s day all in one hazy afternoon.

The music is deep, slung low over the back, it is the heartbeat of a grieving man but who knows that just round the corner is the taste of paradise he has often yearned for and the two songs, Fabric and Rats And The Brass, yearn in the light with man.

A cracking couple of songs that will surely take on even greater meaning, the more that the Wild Fruit Art Collective become entrenched in people’s minds; a gift from out of nowhere but one that should not be dismissed.

Ian D. Hall