The first half of June in Leeds has been dominated by wet socks, blue lips and grumpy faces, shiny streets reflecting the low and heavy clouds in pond-sized puddles. Calm oceans that look like magnified rain drops, melting together to a torrent of tristesse.
Gloomy creatures pulling their hoods up hastily while eschewing their obstacles. Instead of becoming an utter miserablist, the Quiff has learnt to lean back and escape.
“Inventory” is a mellow and soothing beauty that merges melodious guitar parts with unagitated vocals. Contextually, the song is dominated by emotional frailty and unconscious disintegration. A jazzy vibe underlines the spiralling uncertainty that remains until the song ends.