(Fiction) The indie quartet are in a bright mood, though Juliette Jackson can be devastatingly sharp on the disappointments of contemporary womanhood
Endearing indie outfits announcing that they’re going pop is rarely cause for celebration. The sense that they feel strong-armed into it by commercial pressures is generally in inverse proportion to their ability to pull it off. But the Big Moon have actually done it, after a fashion. Since earning a Mercury nomination for their chipper, grungy 2017 debut album, Love in the 4th Dimension, the
London four-piece haven’t copied some of their peers’ vain attempts to pay homage to teenage Destiny’s Child obsessions, or to replicate Max Martin’s studio arsenal in their bedrooms. Walking Like We Do vaults back a few more pop generations to the brassy bonhomie, dry wit and shabby
music hall charm of acts such as Dexys, or even Elton John at his brightest.