Trump may have quit the Paris climate agreement, but fear not: we can always pack London Grammar, with their endless supply of glacial atmospherics, off to the Antarctic. The trio’s second album continues much in the post-xx vein of their debut (think a goth Zero 7). Singer Hannah Reid’s voice backflips through chilly, posh-folk mannerisms, pianos are plonked sparely, guitars are twanged languidly in a well of reverb. It’s best when the pace picks up on the likes of Oh Woman Oh Man , with its rousingly multitracked chorus, or the crisp groove of Non Believer, but mostly it sounds like the same long, portentous chillout sesh.
