Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
Brothers In Sound : Barelyafterwake
First, there's [B]'Breathing'[/B], all shuffling percussion and ricocheting bleeps wrapped around a listless vocal about not wanting to get out of bed in the morning.
t hat Brothers In Sound are from the same stable as The Beta Band, there's less fuffing about here. Tangents are curtailed. Spotlights focused.
Still, themed around that drifty, mentally discombobulated moment referred to in the title, the four tracks on 'Barelyafterwake' bob about like fibres of half-remembered dreams. Bumping up against one another in the amniotic fluid that binds them together are fragments of symphonies, spaghetti western soundtracks, sound effects from space stations 2,000 years in the future. Music, maybe, that hasn't even been written yet.
First, there's 'Breathing', all shuffling percussion and ricocheting bleeps wrapped around a listless vocal about not
to get out of bed in the morning. ("I wake up and taste the air... it's not enough any more". It sounds something like Air shot through with Depeche Mode, and it's marvellous. 'Sleep Again', meanwhile, is an ineffably lovely lullaby knitted with gasping piano cascades and glistening strings. Then,
'Shady Mia', the pace becomes more febrile, clicking into a skipping, shuddering groove over what sounds like wind whooshing through a half-closed window; and 'Leave (Glide Out)' does exactly what it says on the label, sweeping out the last crumbs of sleep with gouging bass and broad swipes of static electricity, before fading gracefully into silence.
One last thing about Brothers In Sound only a journalist could love: no press release. Just a sheet of paper inviting you to tick boxes next to such options as 'breakfast', 'lunch', 'cold showers', 'happy', etc. We'll go with 'bewitched'.
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