Enshrouded by a pervasive, ethereal gloom as pretty as it is sad, Frightened Rabbit’s fifth full-length rolls a dense fog across the evening – lovely until you get stuck driving in it. Unlike some of the Scots’ previous works, which thrive on pseudo-stadium anthems and dark, swelling pop, Painting of a Panic Attack doesn’t quite get there. Less swelling, more sand pits, the moments of crescendo here are few and far between. Except for “Get Out,” reminiscent of an Eighties power ballad – for anyone interested in simultaneously crying and air drumming. (1pm, Miller Lite stage; Weekend One only)
This article appears in September 30 • 2016.