There is a louche and belligerent feeling at the heart of Cove’s music, not that they are being directly confrontational; in fact, the opposite. Rain, in particular, sounds like a band saying, we are outsiders, and we are going to make the music that makes us happy, irrespective of current fads or fashions. And they do.
And so, it rolls along under its own steam, loose and wilfully lazy yet full of sophisticated playing, part alt-rock, part some strange lounge jazz being played in the last bar open before the end of the world. And if you look along the bar, you’ll see Tom Waits and Nick Cave sharing a final glass of Tequila. It’s that sort of place. It’s that sort of music.