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Pitchfork 77

The London band’s deeply self-aware debut is worthy of being taken seriously even when it’s not serious.

The Guardian 60

(Domino)

Part of the London scene loosely headquartered at Brixton’s Windmill pub (from Fat White Family to Goat Girl and beyond), Sorry have undergone a radical upgrade in the two years since they started turning heads. Once a scratchy, pointedly blank boy-girl duo, their live band now numbers four and their ambitions stretch beyond indie rock.

Near the end of their debut album, a whimsical folk-pop song called Heather imagines a world where Sorry aren’t passive-aggressive misanthropes, but writers of whimsical sync-bait. A reworked oldie, Ode to Boy, is even more promising: a curdled takedown of a love song, its degraded sounds and malfunctioning effects play off against Asha Lorenz’s sarcastic pop vocal.

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