Going Strange is this year’s grab-an-instrument-lounge-post-punk-cult-classic. It’ll creep up as quietly as a church mouse, throw an arm around your shoulders, and gently works its charms.
Sequenced into one long movie reel, and filtered through an echo chamber, you’ll be led to a crossroads to witness our protagonist contemplating his life choices: On The Streets is the audio equivalent of an Escher drawing, and news of forthcoming fatherhood arrives early in Cleveland – ‘most of the time big life altering news comes without caution, in this case before breakfast.’
There’s a cameo from an asthmatic drum machine, however, the album is largely characterised by murmuring synths and two note bass riffs. To finish, the fur lined tones give way for the woozy and surreal Emelie’s Dream – ‘it’s romantic going through tunnels in your mind.’
It’s a Paul Auster novella shot on Super 8 from an artist who refuses to be easily defined.
