The Duke Spirit have always found themselves in a kind of musical purgatory. They have the necessary elements to be great: the sexy swagger and overall badassery of frontwoman Leila Moss, and brooding, thumping hooks. The Howling Bells or late-era Cardigans have followed the same formula, and have achieved considerable success. So why hasn’t The Duke Spirit?
On their third LP, The Duke Spirit flip-flop between murky, boring ballads and chugging rockers. As a result, the physical marks left by Bruiser are more akin to what you would sustain during a half-serious wrestling match with your mate, as opposed to going ten rounds with the heavyweight champ.