Although you could locate R.Dyer’s musical world in the eerie folktronica of their contemporaries, I'm most reminded of Pram, post-rock’s contrary Brummie blatter-fiends. The kitchen-sink orchestrations, the macro-micro focus, the sense of a universe both galactic and mundane, not to mention the theremins, clarinets, microtonal slippage, and musical saws.
Lucy Cage
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