Filling the pensive gap left in electronica when James Blake chipped off
Filling the pensive gap left in electronica when James Blake chipped off to make his second album, Deptford Goth revels in the same introverted melancholy. But where Blakey cracks already fragile hearts with rattling bass, enigmatic south Londoner Daniel Woolhouse’s approach is more delicate. Softly building from scant foundations, this is a record where subtle and restrained emotion is the driving force. ‘Guts No Glory’ is heartbreak played out over twinkles, while the hypnotic staccato of ‘Lions’ wrenches at tear ducts. For all the album’s despondency, though, there are moments of warmth that border on elation – album highlight ‘Feel Real’ forms a beacon of positivity shining through the gloom, mirrored later by the crisp joy of ‘Union’. Woolhouse mostly lives up to the dark nature of his moniker, but for brief moments he glimpses light at the end of the tunnel.