Currently enjoying success in the US, Glasgow-based Frightened Rabbit are long overdue a breakthrough closer to home, and perhaps Pedestrian Verse will deliver it. Like some of their Scottish predecessors, from Big Country to Glasvegas, they strap ringing, resonant, skyscraping guitars to songs full of grit and gruel. The result is a collection of stirring, instant anthems to get fists pumping the air and swaying crowds singing along. Frontman Scott Hutchison – a tempest of a man whose voice may well have been crafted by yelling from the tops of mountains – has a gripping, literary style of lyric writing, and you can lose yourself in his dark, yet uplifting tales of "ghostly bodies", exorcists and graveyards that conceal grim secrets, Decembers that "strip the last of summer from our cheeks" and radio-friendly lines about hearts that beat "like a baseball thrown down stairs". Hearts and fists may pump hardest with the anthemic Late March, Death March, which hurls in a giant-sized chorus, piano, big twangy riffs and a curiously chest-stirring brand of whistling.
Dave Simpson is a Guardian music critic and author