Sometimes music sounds like the packaging. And I mean this in the most beautiful way because rarely have I received such an interesting, lovingly and inspirational package as this. A folded over card, with a button holding the cd, a folded piece of paper, a photograph within this contained all the reasons why underground cdr/cassette culture can evoke such connections in the audience. The music inside is I suspect the result of years of refinement and perfection, having witness Clara Kindle’s other band Wire Rooms literally decimate rooms in Oxford. In the ‘Moors ep’ signifiers include The For Carnation, a little bit of Thee More Shallows or Codeine, this is a dusky hued record crackling with imagination that feels totally and utterly free. Melodies tangle but never too tightly, vocals turn out of a whisper and a song, it’s all so heartbreakingly tender, even when breaking to abstraction the record feels structured and nuanced. I can’t wait for the album, or whatever comes next. I’m in for life, I suggest you join too.
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