Black Devotion is the debut release by new London‐based act DRIFT.
Already founding member of the synth/wave trio Phosphor and currently in the shoegaze duo Leave The Planet, young and talented Nathalia Bruno started her own solo project once the band split up after the Youth and Immortality LP back in 2013.
Listening to DRIFT one can tell now how much Nathalia influenced Phosphor back then and at the same time a personal evolution is clearly in full sight. Needless to say Depeche Mode and HTRK, Slowdive and Cocteau Twins exercise some influence here, but Nathalia is shaping her own way to those sounds that bands as Tropic Of Cancer and Northern Electronics’ Född Död have also been pursuing.
There’s a brighter component to DRIFT’s music visible both in shiny tracks like Grave and Hard to Accept as in the more ethereal Dreams in Silkscreen and Say it Right. Featuring six songs, Black Devotion marks the birth of what Nathalia herself calls devotional synth. Purity in drifting.
Hand Of Dust is one of the most interesting acts going on right now in Copenhagen and they’re finally delivering their first full-length album.
In the past few months the band took its time to refine the style already shown on the Walk In White single (released by Avant! last year) and the wait has been rewarded in full. The dark folk/rock sound of their first two EPs has now come to a perfect, extended formula with Like Breath Beneath A Veil.
Ten new songs defined in martial stomps, semi-acoustic guitars drenched in reverberation and throbbing, vibrant bass lines. A fistful of ballads pregnant with tragedy and unavoidability. There’s no fanfarelike hyperbole here, only a raw, solemn gait marching onward to godknows-where.
“for your seeds and your soils / they’re hollow / your torment and your toils / they’re hollow / of ilk hollow” – Apocalyptic folk in the literal sense.
LP comes housed in UV glossy jackets with a 16-page lyrics booklet.
Reminiscent to early Death in June heavily infused with garage rock, driven onward by droning bass lines and martial beats, Like Breath Beneath A Veil is a brooding, dirty gem with breathtaking songs about tragedy and loss. Highly recommended for fans of Cult of Youth, Iceage and Leagas/Wakeford-era Death in June – apocalyptic folk at its best!
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Standard Of Living, the new LP by Los Angeles’s Pure Ground, finds the duo moving further into the whirring electrical storm only suggested at by their more minimalist previous recordings, creating a soundtrack to a crumbling culture full of provisional one-two rhythms and syncopated bursts of white noise, complimented by grim arpeggiated melodies.
Pure Ground have created a niche in the LA hard electronics underground making exclusive use of analog hardware to arrive at their sound, which straddles a fine line between early EBM on tracks like Poison and Second Skin, owing inspiration to Belgium’s Klinik and Front 242, and more melancholy minimal synth on downers In Silence and Tides.
The one element that binds the new LP is the undercurrent of experimentalism pervasive in every song, which at times comes to surface on tracks like The Glory Of Absence, which merges the convoluted rhythms of In Phaze-era Portion Control with an industrial din and vocal delivery reminiscent of European power electronics groups like Genocide Organ.
Lyrical themes focus on the disharmony between the natural, even spiritual, world, with the human dystopia of the post-industrial wastes, and the contradictory sensations of bliss and desperation, ecstasy and fear, bred in this climate. This is music for the end of days.
Standard of Living is available in Europe on LP from Avant! Records and in the USA on cassette and LP from Chondritic Sound. CD edition courtesy of Eric Van Wonterghem’s Sleepless Berlin.
Limited edition of 300 copies with inside-out jacket & printed inner sleeve.
, the new LP by Los Angeles’s Pure Ground, finds the duo moving further into the whirring electrical storm only suggested at by their more minimalist previous recordings, creating a soundtrack to a crumbling culture full of provisional one-two rhythms and syncopated bursts of white noise, complimented by grim arpeggiated melodies.
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