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Like their songs, they appear fragile but have a tough core...
[a]I Am Kloot[/a] are wedged into a dark corner, unravelling their stealthily incisive lullabies with unflinching resolve. Like their songs, they appear fragile but have a tough core - and won't be dissuaded by indifference.
Although Bramwell's cracked, nasal voice prompts comparisons both to John Lennon and Lee Mavers, musically [a]I Am Kloot[/a] hover closer to the hazy melodicism of '60s bands The Zombies and The Animals. In their able, back-to-basics hands, semi-acoustic instrumentation and laid-bare vocals prove to be the most effective tools for chipping away at complex human emotions.
Despite their soft tread and deferential manners, however, [a]I Am Kloot[/a] are anything but fey. Indeed, a thinly veiled malice pulses beneath many of their songs. From the plaintive refrain of 'To You' ("Will someone somewhere marry me?") to the creeping domestic unease of 'Twist' and the voyeuristic discomfort of '86 TV's' ("Watch yourself when you talk to me"), [a]I Am Kloot[/a] reveal both a wicked sense of humour and a steely, sinister intelligence. Ignore them at your peril.
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