Five years after the release of their last critically acclaimed album, The Bats return with album number nine, ‚ÄúThe Deep Set‚Äù. With the title conveying the long established and firmly embedded, it‚Äôs notable that it‚Äôs thirty years since The Bats began recording their debut album in the living room studio of a friend of a friend in Glasgow. This time around they recorded in The Sitting Room, the studio-sleep out-garage next to Ben Edward‚Äôs house in Lyttelton, following in the footsteps of Marlon Williams, Nadia Reid and many others.
With Edwards help ‚ÄúThe Deep Set‚Äù continues The Bats‚Äô 21st century resurgence. Yes, this is The Bats so the chords still chug, the guitars chime, ring, and jangle, the melodies are clear and memorable, the rhythm section is unstoppable. But the band mines the darker, deeper sound that 2011‚Äôs ‚ÄúFree All the Monsters‚Äù revealed.
The songs remain reflective but that oft-expected sweet folksiness pops up less frequently. As the title suggests the music is richer, expansive, deeper. In their fourth decade as a band familiarity has come to mean a more careful treatment of each song. Is it maturity? It definitely translates into more depth and complexity but hey the songs are still as catchy as all hell. And as a lyricist, Robert Scott continues his mastery of the personal and pastoral, the landscape and longing.
As always the key to The Bats is the emotion that their (seemingly) simple songs carry. They continue to mine that Mainland melancholy; the kind that somehow never risks being depressing. But of course that means there is lament and nostalgia, even if it‚Äôs only for last night.
Taking us from the sun of Otago‚Äôs Taieri River to darkest Durkestan and apparently ending in the midst of contemporary New Zealand politics, ‚ÄúThe Deep Set‚Äù continues the composed confidence of their recent albums with one of The Bats‚Äô strongest sets of songs, fueled by ever-more powerful guitars. If you grew up with The Bats their early recordings will always pull at your emotions but while less vulnerable and immediate than on their classic debut album, The Bats of the 21st century somehow manage to be more intimate and urgent.