These lack sheen in almost every dimension, soaring away from space and heading instead downwards into the earth, a pixified and mischievious version of a Doug McClure film...
The Kemis (as they've never been known) are not dark folk in a Sol Invictus red-in-tooth-and-claw way but compose in the half-light, refusing to be rooted into a typical song structure, occasionally swanning off into note clusters and descensions that appear uttetly lost in the woods until re-composing and re-combining into something approaching narrative coherence...
They chant like mad monks (Ra Ra...) and mumble like the Schizo pups on the Happy Bus (off, as they used to say around here, to the Vale*), pluck and slide over each other, lett unexpected electronics occasionally burst through, play lightly with (thankfully un cod-pieced) Jethro Tull flutes and then top things off with extended Chandra drones, ethereal wails and moans and chiming acoustic guitars.
The kind of beauty that you have to look for, admittedly but beauty nonetheless.
Note to self: Jesus that sounds crap, these Finnish things are sending you off with the Pixies of Verbosity (a little village near Milverton, just outside Taunton). Apologise wholeheartedly and get the hell out of there for awhile.
Stole these off The Wire - apologies if any of the track titles are utterly skewed.
Anyone out there any idea what the fellows are on about? I get the feeling that a lot of the titles are jokes at the expense of earnest Brits, looking for a scene to get excited about...
And, yes; of course. How could I not.
*if you remember Tone Vale Psychiatric Hospital then you were probably never there
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