Cindytalk

Utterly compelling sonics that pearl potently, splash morbidly into the piano pins of “Disintegrate”, hinting echoes of the next album, grasping at a haunting sadness that would be later expanded upon, but for now slowly falling into the expressionist despair of silence. It might be forty years old, but it still remains a brooding masterpiece. Thank you Dais for bringing Camouflage Heart back into the world.

A cracking bit of headphone ambience this from Cindytalk – a very austere rhythm-less space, Subterminal's minimally milled contours full of tiny expressive shifts, subtle changes of bleak brilliance that daisy chain this album's brooding foursome.

Dais I’ve been enjoying the broken mirror of Cindytalk’s music for well over thirty-odd years now. The blazing rawness of Camouflage Heart was a great starting point, and the weird dichotomy of it’s follow up In This World reinforced the love with its contrasting chromatics of classical ambiance and psychotic passion. Now the follow-ups to these early albums, The Wind Is Strong… (1990) and Wappinschaw (1995) finally see […]

Handmade Birds Right from the offing, “Dancing On Ledges” is a difficult listen, plies a remarkably fucked-up notion of ambience, shooting your lobes in sherbety shards, like a redux of “Everybody is Christ” from Cindytalk‘s Camouflage Heart (which is 30 years old this year), its heavy drones daggering you brilliantly into submission as the uncompromising vision jousts it through with lathe-like screams. Discernible licks of bass give you […]