Frightened Rabbit - The Winter of Mixed Drinks

Ahead of the release of their third long-player, Frightened Rabbit found themselves at a critical sort of crossroads. Their last album, The Midnight Organ Fight was a slow-burner which found its acclaim building ever so gradually as it reached the end of its run. This led to very faint rumblings that FR were all set for a more mainstream audience next time out. This notion gained momentum at the tail end of last year when Swim Until You Can’t See Land appeared with the aroma of ‘breakthrough single’ oozing from its pores. Fortunately though, they’ve steered clear of the terrible path trod by almost-countrymen Snow Patrol (for now at least), because The Winter of Mixed Drinks isn’t the Radio 1 album some feared it might be.

Nothing on here quite matches the highest points of The Midnight Organ Fight (the likes of Fast Blood and The Modern Leper), but all things considered, this is a more consistent affair than its predecessor. Scott Hutchison has previously lamented the faults he finds with the last album, and it’s clear that there has been a concerted effort to fill the holes. In doing so though, his band don’t appear to have lost their edge. The beautifully dour sense of humour which has always permeated their songs still shows itself in fleeting glimpses, never more than on Skip the Youth: ‘All I need is a place to lie / Guess a grave will have to do’

The album opens in gorgeous fashion with Things, which has that wide-eyed, evocative feel normally best produced by The Twilight Sad. The aforementioned Skip the Youth is equally stirring, building from a clattering, noise-heavy intro into another chest-thumper of a song. Fans of swoony guitar lines will also find plenty to like on Foot Shooter and Not Miserable (a little irony in the titling there, perhaps?)

The moments which don’t find their mark are few and far between. Yes I Would is a curiously flat way to end an album for a band who’ve proven themselves to be skilled in the art of creating a mood, while Man/Bag of Sand is an oddly-placed reprise of Swim Until You Can’t See Land which doesn’t do the pacing of the record any favours. All told though, The Winter of Mixed Drinks has neatly sidestepped the banana skin of following up The Midnight Organ Fight.

4.5/5