FWIW, I write for our uni's student magazine, and this is the review I wrote:
Oh, the trouble with music criticism. It’s hard enough releasing an album that the ‘the scene’ will collectively praise. It’s even harder following it up – if it’s not every bit as good, those same critics who built you up as the Next Big Thing will take to your pedestal with sharpened axes and flaming pitchforks (no pun intended).
If that’s the case, then with their latest offering, Frightened Rabbit have consolidated the strength and position of their pedestal, if not added a sturdy 10-metre extension to it. Continuing this tedious metaphor, The Winter of Mixed Drinks is every bit as well-built and durable as The Midnight Organ Fight, the pedestal it sits atop – not in superiority, but in mutual admiration.
Frightened Rabbit are from Scotland, and that’s pretty obvious when you listen to the cracked, trembling vox of frontman Scott Hutchison. Frightened Rabbit are essentially Hutchison’s band – their biggest appeal is not only his frighteningly honest and relatable lyrics, but his scruffy-hearted charm and delivery. Combined with the band’s jangly guitar, and thumping drums from Hutchison’s brother Grant, and you get a band that is deeply, deeply personal, and emotionally comforting.
The Winter of Mixed Drinks is, from the fragility and bitterness of opener ‘Things’ to Hutchison’s tenderness in closer ‘Yes I Would’, a consistently brilliant record. For instance, lead single ‘Swim Until You Can’t See Land’, a pulsating anthem balancing Hutchison’s desire for moving on with his fear of drowning in the past, would not be out of place on either BBC Radio 1, or even the staunchest of ternatives’ Spotify playlist. But further listens will reveal the deep cuts like the epic centerpiece ‘Skip the Youth’ and the glorious self-denial of ‘Not Miserable’ are just as rewarding. Rest assured, Frightened Rabbit’s pedestal will be standing tall, long into the future.
9.3/10.0