Snapped Ankles Stunning Luxury

SnappedAnkles have taken on the guise of the very agents of their community's demise -the property developers and brokers who heat the market on the promise of StunningLuxury. With their adopted warehouse habitat under constantthreat, the woodwose have taken this sharp-suited incarnation in order toinfiltrate. The resistance starts here.From humbleforest beginnings via bohemian East London on debut album Come Play The Trees, SnappedAnkles are moving on. The log synths have been transformed into gaudy "To Let"and "For Sale" signs, which have become the new instrument of choice for thediscerning woodwose. The sounds they eke out of the housing bubble are asfrenzied and unstable as you'd expect. Dystopian bangers. Illicit thrills.Stunning Luxury moves quickly through life in the capital: microdosingmindfulness in the morning, a poisoned nod to the marketing department,investment portfolios and death by same day delivery.SnappedAnkles may appear to have further integrated with the city, but they never losetheir outsider eye. Not content to take modern life at face value, they're hereto innovate. 'Three Stepsto a Development' reveals the secrets of successful andaggressive gentrification learnt from an old bee-keeping manual. 'Rechargeable' seeks toharness the kinetic energy of dance to power the city. We need a pulse! 'Letter from Hampi Mountain'gives a nod to those that laid the groundwork for Snapped Ankles and inviteslike-minded individuals to suit up and join in.The primalrhythms and forest chants are all present and correct. On the surface it'shedonistic business as usual - a communal dance for the ages. But there's asense of discomfort too. There's subversion, but it's not clear who'ssubverting who. There's a message, but it's often fragmented. Keep dancing.Keep foraging. Perhaps the woodwose are human after all...