Throughout the last decade Danish duo Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo have issued a string of albums of genuine quality at almost metronomic bi-annual intervals. Hopefully, this will continue indefinitely, although there is an undeniable valedictory sense throughout this, their fifth album.<\/p>\n
Like all their previous studio sets, Raven In The Grave<\/em>, represents a further collection of variations on their defenestrated or turbo-charged Spectorist template. This time around, Foo and Wagner strip away the sonic vandalism and up-tempo black leather rock\u2019n\u2019roll to drop nine subtler interpretations of the form. The crystalline fragility of many of the album\u2019s tracks brings to mind more recent groups such as the Dum Dum Girls and thus acts as a clear indication of the way in which the Copenhagen band has influenced a whole generation of largely excellent outfits that have followed in their slipstream.<\/p>\n Opener, \u2018Recharge and Revolt\u2019 sets the tone, its title belying the honey-drenched simplicity within. Reminiscent of the Mary Chain sans <\/em>feedback\u2019n\u2019fuzz, the tracks chiming guitar is supported by a booming \u2018Be My Baby\u2019 bass beat that is gradually enveloped by layers of overlapping pseudo-strings. \u2018War In Heaven\u2019 gives us more spectral Spectorisms as Sharin\u2019s aching, imploring vocal tops a driving, portentous backing. Intermittently, the melody dissolves, tumbling across a blasted soundscape blown by siroccos of swirling, discordant guitar across a frozen sonic badland.<\/p>\n Raven In The Grave <\/em>is an album that twinkles<\/em>, a dreamlike disc that would neatly soundtrack David Lynch\u2019s cinematic reveries. Bittersweet and reflective, \u2018Forget That You\u2019re Young\u2019 drifts across dead air, borne by chiming crystalline keys, before \u2018Apparitions\u2019 emerges as a gently insistent echoplexed musical box. By degrees post-apocalyptic and elemental, it features vocals that sound as if they have been beamed in from a watery tomb. As the track deliquesces amid vapour trails of flange, \u2018Summer Moon\u2019 reinforces the feeling of finality and departure. A gossamer moonlit tone-poem, the song provides evidence of the duo\u2019s skill at combining delicacy with heartrendingly evocative melody. The phrase, \u2018This perfect thing is dying\u2019 drifts across a chill, still night.<\/p>\n \u2018Let Me On Out\u2019 emerges as a mantra of regret and accusation set within a snow globe of shimmering reverb and restrained distortion. There is a cohesion to this album that results in a track-by-track continuity, the flipside of which being that no single song breaks the trance to emerge as anything so vulgar as a standout track. Perhaps \u2018Ignite\u2019 represents the closest thing to a wave on a disc that ripples; driven by a patented Peter Hook bassline, the number is a breathless account of self-loathing and departure, infused by a rich sense of doomed beauty. But such thermaturgy soon fades as the off-kilter intro to \u2018Evil Seeds\u2019 gives way to an expansive melange <\/em>of driving distorted bass, death-trip guitar and emotive, ethereal vocals.<\/p>\n This is a romantic album, and one that reaches its natural conclusion with \u2018My Time\u2019s Up\u2019. A multi-tracked Sharin provides a valedictory chorus of frozen heartbreak that echoes across a sparse crepuscular realm of broken hopes. This is the past \u2013 rock\u2019n\u2019roll\u2019s past \u2013 and as such it looks to the future, as a sonic Telstar launches and resonant orchestral backing coalesces from the retro-futuristic miasma. 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