“But I think I’m gonna kiss you,” she says, finally, a dramatic pause teased out across eons. It’s the emotional money shot on “Winterbreak”, the highlight of MUNA‘s second – hell, let’s call it – their breakthrough EP, The Loudspeaker. The line follows a rhyme on “tentative ellipsis” and “parting of your lips,” which, frankly, is already enough to engage me in journalistic hyperbole mode: as much as I lost my shit alongside everyone else the first time I heard “The Mother We Share”, you start to feel like the perfect pop promise of a band like Chvrches could finally be realised in the dark, stormy-night elegies bequeathed to us here.
Matthew Neale 