To abolish absolutely any projections of In the Pit of the Stomach
as the notorious sophomore slump, We Were Promised Jetpacks detonate a HUGE sound. The Glasgow foursome bludgeon listeners with brash noise, dirty basslines, and drumming so urgent I almost want to punch a wall. Its grimy and great. Coupled with Adam Thompson's heavily accented call-and-response, In the Pit of the Stomach
is capable of never leaving the ground and never quite staying there, unsure of whether to be all or nothing.