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Single Review: ‘Out Of Sight Out Of Mind’ - Spilt Milk

 by Geena Ling

In today’s overwhelming landfill of indie hits, it can be difficult for up-and-coming bands to stand out from the crowd. Our ears are often aching with desire for something different - and Spilt Milk have most definitely satisfied this with their latest single, ‘Out of Sight Out of Mind’.

Since the band’s inception in 2019, they have become experts in the production of soft rock ballads, and this track fulfils the high expectations set out by their previous offerings. A sprawling guitar-led melody, clever lyrics and a frankly sensational vocal range work together to form the perfect wistful end-of-summer anthem.

The young band’s songwriting talent stands to attention in the nuances of their lyrics. They have uniquely mastered the art of putting witty social commentary against a background of infectious rhythms; previous tracks have told the humorous tales of messy nights out, lockdown blues and first loves. This time around, they’ve captured the bittersweet story of a one-night romance that turned into something more, all within a three-minute banger. The almost uncomfortably specific lyrics throw us right into the story. Some lines allude to experiences we can all relate to (and of which we possibly would rather not be reminded!). The shifts in tempo between the verses and chorus perfectly mirrors the in-the-moment excitement versus the raw unrequited longing that it leaves behind.

The blatant confidence in both their vocals and instrumentals makes it almost impossible to believe how new Spilt Milk are to the music scene. The song has a real professional quality to it, and wouldn’t sound out of place on the radio amongst the likes of Sam Fender and Courteeners. Despite this, they have managed to maintain the innocence and charm of youth in their music - a gift they will hopefully keep a hold of as they move from strength to strength.

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