“Through mutations and lineups and 40+ years, The Stranglers are always The Stranglers; Always present, still  moving, for better …Or worse.”

Harsh isolation, dystopian dreamscapes, semi-connected catharsis caught up in electronic precision. 

That’s the evolving sound of Blancmange 2.0; collections of stripped down half hooks, building in escalating elaborations, repeated in sheets of thin ice and cool water. This is Neil Arthur from 2016’s Unfurnished Rooms, through to 2017’s Fader and Near Future, through this year’s Blancmange album Wonderlust.


(…and just what it means to want to be ‘somewhere else’)

A show reviewed last year at Rescue Rooms, Nottingham was the first time I really encountered Blancmange. I’d had an awareness, an occasional knowledge of the odd track or accolade, but that show was my main introduction.

Right after the show, once the lights got turned up, I tried grabbing a couple of words. It was last night of tour and then wasn’t the time but I was assured I could grab a word sometime.