Imagine if, after every failed relationship of your 20s, you wrote down all your emotions and thoughts about it. How would you feel? Would it be a cathartic experience, or would it be something youâd cringe at in years to come, and would any of it make any sense? Well, Fightmilk have done just that – and they’ve turned it into art.
The London four-piece have refined their sound for sophomore record âContenderâ; a more mature album than their LP âNot With That Attitudeâ, yet still retaining all the sneering barbs on how to traverse millennial life. Not content with dwelling on past break-ups, âContenderâ tackles all those good things like working dead-end jobs under a Tory government, emotional labour, and the fact that the world is burning around us.
Musically, the songs feel much more layered, with the band stating that they spent much more time carefully arranging each track. Itâs evident that thereâs been a different approach to the songwriting compared to âNot With That Attitudeâ, and a prime example is the delicate âIf You Had A SisterâŚâ – a lo-fi track utilising synthesizers underneath devastating lyrics of unrequited love.
From the more tender tracks, Fightmilk pack a considerable punch. Lead single âOverbiteâ is as close as to pop punk as the band like to tread with huge choruses and, in one of the rarer moments on the record, an uplifting tone. Lead vocalist Lily Rae extols the virtues of her desired beau as she belts out âHey, donât shut yourself away this time / I think youâre cool, I like your overbiteâ.
âOverbiteâ is complimented by the equally raucous âHey, Annabelle!â, more fitting with Fightmilkâs earlier material. Among the crowning glories in âContenderâ is the soon to be indie floorfiller (well, when those things are allowed to happen again), âIâm Starting To Think You Donât Even Want To Go To Spaceâ, a track that’s akin to taking a huge slice of mid-1990s indie pop and catapulting it into 2021. Itâs a wonderful battle between loud and quiet as Rae expertly weaves takedowns of people who think they have all the answers but do nothing about it; those that say they can make the world a better place, but always have a convenient reason for their inaction. In a track of unforgettable lines, âwatching Interstellar didnât make it better / reading Carl Sagan, looking kind of vacantâ, really skewers the subject.
There are also moments of self-deprecation in âThe Absolute State of Meâ and âCool Cool Girlâ, both of which deal with Rae railing against the accepted image of the woman in the live music scene. Fightmilk also revisit much more tender moments in the heartbreaking âGirls Donât Want To Have Funâ and the devastating âMaybeâ, the latter delivering the gut-punching line âand you know me like your own skin, in the backseat when itâs dark outside / And itâs frightening for a moment, then itâs just like breathingâ.
Fightmilk have done the hard yards in âContenderâ. This is a wonderfully captivating record that is incredibly relatable to anyone who’s worked a soul-sapping job, felt the crush of heartbreak, or boiled with anger listening to hipsters set the world to rights at an open mic night. âContenderâ is a collection of the words you wish youâd written down after your last break-up. And therein lies Fightmilkâs magic.
TOM WALSH