Work Drugs, recent protectors of summer music, purvey an allegedly different vibe on "Ice Wharf". It is supposed to be obviously and considerably colder. Now, a reasonably critic might argue that the chilly synths and lyrics about lazy days on the Camden waterfront could easily appropriate to the band's traditional summer cruise-control aesthetic. A person could say that. Maybe, it's a trick, like the Sixth grade scientists who stuck each hand in a bowl of hot or cold water, only to reveal your senses completely spun when both hands were placed in a bowl at room temperature. So consider "Ice Wharf" that moment of pleasant unsettling, a summer song for winter, or a wintery tune in the middle of a heat wave. Let the postmodernists sort it out.
Ice Wharf by Work Drugs