Tidings is the first dark and frenzied offering from London's Wolf People ? an alchemistic compendium of English classic rock that has been doused in wine, it's pages left red-stained, blurred and melded in the most interesting ways. Stitched together in a style reminiscent of Faust or early Mothers of Invention, the songs lay nestled in snatches of field recordings, winding tapes, squealing feedback, studio outtakes and the voices of dead relatives. The tunes themselves are full of hissing guitars, distorted blues harmonica, acid rock, mystical flutes and crackling tape.
