Carla Dal Forno, Sam Karmel (CS + Kreme) and Tarquin Manek reassemble as F Ingers’ with a more detached, dub-filtered follow-up to their Blackest Ever Black debut ‘Hide Before Dinner’ from 2015.
With the damaged, water-logged audness of their debut still lingering like a comforting scent you can’t get out of the curtains, F Ingers’ 2nd grimoir reprises that mildewed nostalgia with a dusky, low lit appeal, capturing the feeling of hours lost in a pharmaceutical haze or a gradual comedown, manifesting residual gurns flickering on twisted lips, onto wayward eyelids, clammy fingertips and glowing pores.
Since their debut collaboration, each member of the trio has gone on to issue commanding respective solo LPs - Carla Dal Forno with three+ stunning albums, Karmel in the magnificent CS + Kreme, and Manek with the ace LST, Kallista Kult and Tarcar outfits - as well as production with unstoppable enigma YL Hooi. But here they beautifully subsume all individual egos to a common theme that’s testament to their shared status as aussies in occasional exile.
In a sense, listening to ‘Awkwardly Blissing Out’ is like eavesdropping on the trio’s telepathic communications, intercepting relayed messages about love - like the plasmic lullaby’ My Body Next To Yours’, or the feeling of losing yourself in the big city on the mild dread of ‘Your Confused’, which inhabits a more indistinct, blurred place in their collective imagination.
It’s a captivatingly uncertain, ambiguous album that - at this point, half a decade on from its original release - feels like a bit of a time capsule of a trio of exceptional artists on the cusp of properly finding their way.
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Carla Dal Forno, Sam Karmel (CS + Kreme) and Tarquin Manek reassemble as F Ingers’ with a more detached, dub-filtered follow-up to their Blackest Ever Black debut ‘Hide Before Dinner’ from 2015.
With the damaged, water-logged audness of their debut still lingering like a comforting scent you can’t get out of the curtains, F Ingers’ 2nd grimoir reprises that mildewed nostalgia with a dusky, low lit appeal, capturing the feeling of hours lost in a pharmaceutical haze or a gradual comedown, manifesting residual gurns flickering on twisted lips, onto wayward eyelids, clammy fingertips and glowing pores.
Since their debut collaboration, each member of the trio has gone on to issue commanding respective solo LPs - Carla Dal Forno with three+ stunning albums, Karmel in the magnificent CS + Kreme, and Manek with the ace LST, Kallista Kult and Tarcar outfits - as well as production with unstoppable enigma YL Hooi. But here they beautifully subsume all individual egos to a common theme that’s testament to their shared status as aussies in occasional exile.
In a sense, listening to ‘Awkwardly Blissing Out’ is like eavesdropping on the trio’s telepathic communications, intercepting relayed messages about love - like the plasmic lullaby’ My Body Next To Yours’, or the feeling of losing yourself in the big city on the mild dread of ‘Your Confused’, which inhabits a more indistinct, blurred place in their collective imagination.
It’s a captivatingly uncertain, ambiguous album that - at this point, half a decade on from its original release - feels like a bit of a time capsule of a trio of exceptional artists on the cusp of properly finding their way.
Carla Dal Forno, Sam Karmel (CS + Kreme) and Tarquin Manek reassemble as F Ingers’ with a more detached, dub-filtered follow-up to their Blackest Ever Black debut ‘Hide Before Dinner’ from 2015.
With the damaged, water-logged audness of their debut still lingering like a comforting scent you can’t get out of the curtains, F Ingers’ 2nd grimoir reprises that mildewed nostalgia with a dusky, low lit appeal, capturing the feeling of hours lost in a pharmaceutical haze or a gradual comedown, manifesting residual gurns flickering on twisted lips, onto wayward eyelids, clammy fingertips and glowing pores.
Since their debut collaboration, each member of the trio has gone on to issue commanding respective solo LPs - Carla Dal Forno with three+ stunning albums, Karmel in the magnificent CS + Kreme, and Manek with the ace LST, Kallista Kult and Tarcar outfits - as well as production with unstoppable enigma YL Hooi. But here they beautifully subsume all individual egos to a common theme that’s testament to their shared status as aussies in occasional exile.
In a sense, listening to ‘Awkwardly Blissing Out’ is like eavesdropping on the trio’s telepathic communications, intercepting relayed messages about love - like the plasmic lullaby’ My Body Next To Yours’, or the feeling of losing yourself in the big city on the mild dread of ‘Your Confused’, which inhabits a more indistinct, blurred place in their collective imagination.
It’s a captivatingly uncertain, ambiguous album that - at this point, half a decade on from its original release - feels like a bit of a time capsule of a trio of exceptional artists on the cusp of properly finding their way.
Carla Dal Forno, Sam Karmel (CS + Kreme) and Tarquin Manek reassemble as F Ingers’ with a more detached, dub-filtered follow-up to their Blackest Ever Black debut ‘Hide Before Dinner’ from 2015.
With the damaged, water-logged audness of their debut still lingering like a comforting scent you can’t get out of the curtains, F Ingers’ 2nd grimoir reprises that mildewed nostalgia with a dusky, low lit appeal, capturing the feeling of hours lost in a pharmaceutical haze or a gradual comedown, manifesting residual gurns flickering on twisted lips, onto wayward eyelids, clammy fingertips and glowing pores.
Since their debut collaboration, each member of the trio has gone on to issue commanding respective solo LPs - Carla Dal Forno with three+ stunning albums, Karmel in the magnificent CS + Kreme, and Manek with the ace LST, Kallista Kult and Tarcar outfits - as well as production with unstoppable enigma YL Hooi. But here they beautifully subsume all individual egos to a common theme that’s testament to their shared status as aussies in occasional exile.
In a sense, listening to ‘Awkwardly Blissing Out’ is like eavesdropping on the trio’s telepathic communications, intercepting relayed messages about love - like the plasmic lullaby’ My Body Next To Yours’, or the feeling of losing yourself in the big city on the mild dread of ‘Your Confused’, which inhabits a more indistinct, blurred place in their collective imagination.
It’s a captivatingly uncertain, ambiguous album that - at this point, half a decade on from its original release - feels like a bit of a time capsule of a trio of exceptional artists on the cusp of properly finding their way.
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Carla Dal Forno, Sam Karmel (CS + Kreme) and Tarquin Manek reassemble as F Ingers’ with a more detached, dub-filtered follow-up to their Blackest Ever Black debut ‘Hide Before Dinner’ from 2015.
With the damaged, water-logged audness of their debut still lingering like a comforting scent you can’t get out of the curtains, F Ingers’ 2nd grimoir reprises that mildewed nostalgia with a dusky, low lit appeal, capturing the feeling of hours lost in a pharmaceutical haze or a gradual comedown, manifesting residual gurns flickering on twisted lips, onto wayward eyelids, clammy fingertips and glowing pores.
Since their debut collaboration, each member of the trio has gone on to issue commanding respective solo LPs - Carla Dal Forno with three+ stunning albums, Karmel in the magnificent CS + Kreme, and Manek with the ace LST, Kallista Kult and Tarcar outfits - as well as production with unstoppable enigma YL Hooi. But here they beautifully subsume all individual egos to a common theme that’s testament to their shared status as aussies in occasional exile.
In a sense, listening to ‘Awkwardly Blissing Out’ is like eavesdropping on the trio’s telepathic communications, intercepting relayed messages about love - like the plasmic lullaby’ My Body Next To Yours’, or the feeling of losing yourself in the big city on the mild dread of ‘Your Confused’, which inhabits a more indistinct, blurred place in their collective imagination.
It’s a captivatingly uncertain, ambiguous album that - at this point, half a decade on from its original release - feels like a bit of a time capsule of a trio of exceptional artists on the cusp of properly finding their way.