As on Daona‘s startling debut album The Secret Assembly, this duo love to weird you out, inject you with a swaying unease and mess with your expectations.
The vaporous vampires and ghostly cinematics that glue up the action on Nightside Of Eden are like midnight’s children creeping the architecture a glint in their eyes that’s nothing to do with the moon. Oh this is such an atmospheric beast, its worming weaves of texture and intent, switch-blading, souring in off-white serenades that fall into thorny hedgerows, randomly consumed by cacophony or nurturing a peeled-back sparseness that nettles your cerebellum.
That siren cry that soaks you right though and its backward shimmers , then spinning out in a Third Eye Foundation-like revelation – a mutated drum’n’bass coptering gnarly guitar rubs and surgical spirit. A wow that shiver-shoots the back of your neck as it suckles on a drunken sky and has you lost to it’s torquing dynamics. The words return, mauling the melancholic, enigmatically knifed as the music moves on, spiralling in skim-stoned clarinet, darting frets and eerie berceuse. Twenty minutes that feel like a whole album, and something that has inspired a scary remix from the enigmatic Drift Of Signifieds called “Cursed With Shrooms”. A scarred re-examination that bubbles with weird robotics and screechy dis-ease in a modularised delight that cuts-up and re-portions the originals chills into operatic rat-tails and haunted loops.
-Michael Rodham-Heaps-
