Spoon: They Want My Soul – review

Like the humble domestic implement after which they’re named, Spoon do their job with the minimum of fuss and some nutritional reward.

Billed by the band as their “loudest and gnarliest” effort to date, They Want My Soul is the Texans’ eighth album in 18 years, during which time they’ve amassed a sizeable following in their homeland playing the kind of tight, gritty rock that has resisted the lure of stadium expansion.

Britt Daniels sounds thoroughly plausible when he sings with a throaty yowl about being caught exiting a 45th Street dive bar on “Do You” while “Rent I Pay” finds him and his bandmates channelling the master of the gnarly riff, Keith Richards.

Spoon

They Want My Soul

(Epitaph)