You get the sense that time matters little in Broadcast's world. Their music, so exquisitely languid, seems to come from a place where clocks don't exist. You can hear it in the chorus to Ominous Clouds: "I've got to get away," sings Trish Keenan, "from this town, don't want to face the ominous clouds - but for now, not now." Her cool, self-possessed voice floats on a flurry of electrically charged melodies, deferring the future, locking us in a sun-drenched present.
Hailing from the same industrial wasteland as Black Sabbath, Birmingham’s Broadcast has gone the opposite route of Ozzy, Tony and company. Where the original Sabbath tried to capture the desolation of living in a such a gloomy place, Broadcast opted to create a stylized world revolving around the French Yeah Yeah movement, while also tying in pulsating Krautrock drones and a bit of Left Banke sophistication. “Pendulum" has to be inducted into the rhythmic groove hall of fame.