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It's somehow light and airy, yet moody and brooding, and though it should be easy to find the half-whispered croon of the vocals creepy, it's just the sound of someone taking you in confidence as they lead you into the deep, dark forest.
Anthemic songs filled with dramatic dynamics and playing that ranges between thunderous and ethereal.
Hard to believe how affordable advanced lighting for your basement disco warren has become — you can transform the small room into a raging den of chill and/or libido, simply by purchasing a couple hundred dollars worth of lights and playing this.
Like many Australian things, this band is somewhat recognizable yet clearly evolved in a different context. There are many different influences interleaved, from the Caribbean to the Highlands to Eastern Europe and of course, a tinge of that Oz punk.
Nothing can foil the pigeonholing into a genre like a clarinet. The band uses this and other analog sounds to weave minimalism and maximalism, presenting recognizable indie or songwriter tropes before smashing them in their musical supercollider.
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