On the Horizon: Blinding. Deaf Club.

While Lull, the latest EP from Welsh dreamweavers Deaf Club may not be hot off the Bandcamp (where it is, fortunately, still available as a free download in its entirety for a limited little while longer), it's a comprehensive work indubitably worth ranting and raving about, frothing at the mouth over, and subsequently jumping on the back of the swiftly accelerating bandwagon as it hurtles toward universal adoration. The foggy three-plus minutes of opener Hana form a quite giddying introduction as faint vocal forms shriek amidst whirring guitar-induced tempest that eventually climaxes devastatingly (or at least as devastatingly as conceivable without Rich Costey cowering over the mixing desk).
  01 Hana
Still sounding redolent of South Coast sweets Fear Of Men, albeit suffused with significantly more menacing clatter and hissing condensed guitars, It, She is again a potent concoction of licks fiercer than the flickering sting of a scorpion and guttural floor tom thud.
  02 It, She
Asymmetrical glimmers of hi-hat fertilise delay-marinated guitars that grow, ebb, flow, and finally flourish in incandescent, heated denouement.
  03 Forest/ Shore
Postcard meanwhile suitably sounds as though it's been sent in from the deserted, tumbleweed-ridden expanses of Midwestern America. Were you to poke an ear through the broken windows of a biker bar evidently feeling the effects of decades of debauchery at sunrise you could only hope to be comforted by such epic, almost cinematic melodrama.
  04 Postcard

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