Deathcrash's third album, Somersaults, glimmers with an everyday euphoria. The London-based slowcore/ post-rock quartet has always had an affinity for building worlds only to crush them. From their breakout EP, People thought my windows were stars (2021), through two critically acclaimed studio albums, Return (2022) and Less (2023), they have been both the architects and the destroyers, the creationists and the ones manning the flood barrier. But, recorded between Black Box Studio in the Loire Valley and Haggerston's Holy Mountain, Somersaults is almost joyful.It's ten tracks are more vocal heavy than any of the band's catalogue - think Mark Linkous via The Kinks - but lyrically, Somersaults resists revelation. For all it's abrasion, phrases appear half-swallowed, broken off at the edge of meaning, consumed by the smaller textures of living. "Thirty, no career, it fucking worries me / And doing the band doesn't help," Banks sings in 'NYC'. But, "This life is the best life," he finishes in 'CMC' on top of the ambient white noise of an office printer, thankful that the band is still there, "still making noise in the doorway."Their role as caretakers of Duster, Low and Codeine's slowcore lineage is all across Somersaults - songs scud to a narcotic crawl, sound monolithic and inwards before spotlighting a crystalline nothing. Cathartic builds are muddied with tenderness, the bass a heavy grounding, the drums an exhausted heartbeat grasping for air. But more so than ever, even the silence feels collaborative - a gesture of communal trust - friends celebrating the room they've made for each other's ghosts, and some of the biggest, brightest songs they've made to date.
