End of the Season
Pog have always proved tricky to accurately describe when people ask what we sound like, so I usually use bands we've been compared to as map markers and work from there. I suppose if you mix the plaintitive tweeness (and occasional out-of-key vocals) of Belle and Sebastian with the aggressive acoustics of The Violent Femmes, and throw in some of Carter's lyrical edge, you'd be fairly close. If you then add a collective background of growing up with Crass Records then you'd know where we're coming from as well. So End of The Season carries on the Pog tradition of aching melancholy and the occasional toe-dip into anarcho punk all being set to uproariously melodic acoustic indie pop. Thrown into the lyrical pot this time are songs about returning home from war, the bone-crunching frustration of the works night out, and shabby seaside towns as they slide slowly into off-peak status. There's four of us, we play Spanish guitars, banjo, ukulele, piano, double bass and a tiny little stand-up drumkit, and we're desperately proud of this album. It's lucky you can't see our faces.